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Full text of "The pilgrim, a comedy: as it is acted at the Theatre-Royal, in Drury-Lane"

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As it is Ac the 

THE AT R E-R Y A L, 

I N 

DR URY-LANE 



Written Originally by Mr. Fletcher, and novo 
very much Alter V, with feveral Additions. 



LIKEWISE 

A Prologue, Epilogue, Dialogue and Mafque, 
Written by the late Great Poet Mr. D r y d e n, juft 
before his Death, being the loft of his WORK S. 



LONDON, 

Printed for 'Benjamin Too^e, near the Middle*- 
( Z~emple~Gate, in Fleet-flreet, 1700, 




PROLOGUE. 



Written by Mr. Drydsn, 



HO W wretched is the Fate of thofe who write ! 
Brought mu%led to the Stage, for fear they bite. 
Where, like Tom Dove, thy ft and the Common Foe$ 
Luggd by the Critique, Baited by the Beau. 
Tet worfe, their Brother Poets Damn the Play, 
And Roar the loudeft, tho* they never Pay. 
The Fop are proud of Scandal, for they cry, 

At every lewd, low Character, That's I. 

He who writes Letters to himfelf woud Swear 
The World forgot him, if he was not there. 
What fhoud a Poet do ? 'Tis hard for One j 
To pleafure all the Fools that woud be fhown : > 
And yet not Two in Ten will pafs the Town. j 
Moft Coxcombs are not of the Laughing kjnd^ 
More goes to make a Fop, than Fops can find. 

Quack Mams, tho he never took. Degrees 
In either of our Vniverfities 3 
Tet to be fhown by fonie kind Wit he looks, 
Becaufe he plaid the fool and writ Three Books. 
But if he woud be worth a Poet's Pen, 
He muft be more a Fool, and write again: 
For all the former Vuflian fluff he wrote, 
Was Dead-born Doggrel, or is quite forgot - y 
His Man of Uz, ftript of his Hebrew Robe, 
Is juft the Proverb, and As poor as Job. 

A 2 , One 



One woud have thought he coudno longer Jog \ 
But Arthur was a Level, JobY a Bog. 
There, tho he crept, yet ftiU he kept in feght$ 
But here, ]ye founders in, and finks down right. 
Had he prepard us, and been dull by -Rule, 
Tobit had fir ft been turnd to Ridicule : 
But our bold Button, without Fear or Awe, 
0\e-leaps at once, the whole Apocrypha 5 
Invades the Pfalms with Rhymes, and leaves no room 
For any Vandal Hopkins yet to come. 

But what if, after all, this Godly Geer, 
Is not fo Sencelefs as it woud appear ? 
Our Mountebank, has laid a deeper Train, ^ 
His Cant, like Merry Andrew^ Noble Vein, > 
Cat-CalVs the Se£l$, to draw 'em in again. 3 
At leifure Hours, in Epique Song he deals, 
Writes to the rumbling of his Coaches Wheels^ 
Prescribes in haft, and feldom kills by Rule, 
But rides Triumphant between Stool and StooL 

Well, let him go 3 *ti* yet too early day, 
To get himfelf a Place in Farce or Play. 
We know not by what Name we fhould Arraign him r 
For no one Category can contain him $ 
A Pedant, Canting Preacher, and a Quack* 
Are Load enough to breaks one Affes Backet 
At la ft, grown wanton, he prefumd to write, Th 
Traducd Two Kings, their kj?idnejs to requite r 
Oi e made the Doctor, and one dubFd the Knighh. * 



EPILOGUE. 



PE-rhaps the Parfon ft retched a point too farf 
When with out Theatres he wagd a War. 
Be tells you, That this very Moral Age 
Received the fir ft Infieclion from the Stage. 
But fure, a banijht Court, with Lewdnefs fr aught 9 
The Seeds of open Vice returning brought. 
Thus Lod£d^ (as Vice by great Example thrives*) 
It fir ft debauched the Daughters and the Wives. 
London, a fruitful Soil, yet never bore 
So plentiful a Crop of Horns before. 
The Poets, who muft live by Courts or ftarve^ 
Were proud, f& good a Government to ferve ; 
And mixing with Buffoons and Pimps profain, 
Tainted the Stage, for fome fmall Snip of Gam. 
For they, like Harlots under Bawds profiefc, 
Took all th 7 ungodly pains, and got the lea ft. 
Thus did the thriving Malady prevail, 
, The Court, it*s Head, the Poets but the Tail. 
The Sin was of our Native growth, 'tis true*. 
The Scandall of the Sin was wholly new. 
MifTes there were, but mode fitly conceal 7 d$ 
White-hall the naked Venus firft reveaPd. 
Who ftanding, as at Cyprus, in her Shrine r 
The Strumpet was adored with Rites Divine. 
E*re this, if Saints had any Secret Motion, 
'Twos Chamber PraBice all, and Clofe Devotion*. 
1 pafs the Peccadillo's of their time$ 
Nothing but open Lewdnefs was a Crime. 
A Monarch'* Blood was venial to the Nation^ 
Compared with one foul Acl of Fornication. 
Now, they wou y d Silence us, and put the Door 
That let in all the barefaced Vice before. 
As for reforming us, which fome pretend^ 
That work in England is without an end* 
Well we may change, but we Jhall never mend. 
Tet, if you can but bear the prefent Stage, 
We hope much better of the coming Age. 
What wou J dyou fay, if we Jhou'd firft begin 
To St op, the Tirade of Love, behind the Scene : 
Where A&reffes make bold with marhd Men ? 
For while abroad fo prodigal the Dolt is, . 
v Poor Spoufe at home as ragged as a Colt is» 
In (hort, we 7 11 grow as Moral as we can, . 
Save here and there a Woman or a Man : 
But neither you, nor we, with all our pains, 
Can make clean work ; there will be fome Remains, 
While y oh have ft ill your Oats, and we our Hams. 



Perfons Reprefented. 



' . Men. 

A Lfbonfo, an Old Angry Gentleman. 

Pedro, The Pilgrim, A Noble Gentleman,? 

Servant to Alinda. S 
Roderigo, Rival to Pedro, Captain of the Outlaws. 
Lopez, ? TwQ Outlaws under Roderigo. 

An Old Pilgrim. 
Governour of Segovia. 
Verdugo, A Captain under him. 
A Gentleman of the Country. 

Courtiers. 

Porter. 

Beggars. 

Mafler and Keeper of the Mad folks. 

A Scholar. 1 
A Parfon. 

An Englijhman. ^Madmen, 

A Welshman. I 

A Taylor. ^ 

Servants. 

Peafants 



Mr. Johnfon^ 

Mr. Wilks. 
M Powell. 

Mr.Simfon. 



Mr. Thomas. 
Mr. Haynes. 
Mr. Cibber. 
Mr. Norris. 
Mr.Pinkeman. 



Women. 

Alinda, Daughter to Atyhonfo, 

in Love with Pedro. 
Juletta, Alinda s Maid, a fmart Lafs. 
A Fool. 



Mrs. Old field 
Mrs. Moor. 



T H E 



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CExit Alphonfo, foU 

Cur. Sek A better hour attend you, Madam, flowed by Curio and 

tSeberto. 

Alin. I thank ye Gentlemen: Alas! I want fuch Comforts. WouMl 
cou'd thank you too, Father ; but your Cruelty won't give me leave. 
Grant, Heav'n, I mayn't forget my Duty to him. 

Jul. If you do, Madam , Heav'n will forgive you for't, ne'er fear it. 
A perverfe old Rogue. ( Afide. 

Alin. What Poor attend my Charity to day, JuUttai 

Jul. Enow of all forts, Madam *, fome that deferve your Pity, feme 
that don't: But I wifh you wou'd be merry with your Charity ; a Cheat- 
ful Look becomes it. 

Alin. Alas! Juletta, what is there for me to be merry at ? What Joy 
have I in View ? 

Jul. Joy ; why what Joy, i'th name of font*, wou'd you have, but a 
Husband? Ahandfome lufty young Fellow, that will make fuch a buitie 
about you, he'll lend your Spleen to the Devil, Madam. 

Alin. Away, light Fool ; I doubt there's poor Contentments to be 
found in Marriage. Yet cou'd I find a Man — 

Jul. You may, a thoufand. 

Alin. Meer Men, I know I may. But fuch a Man , from whofe Ex- 
ample (as from a Compafs) we may fteer our Courfe, and late ar- 
rive at luch a Memory as /hall become our Allies; fuch Men are rare in- 
deed. But no more of this, 'tis not Difcourfe that's fuited to thy Giddy 
Temper : Let's in, and fee what poor aftli&ed Wretches want my Cha- 
rity. ( Exeunt. 



Scene IL 

Enter Porter, Beggars, Pedro, an d an old Piigrim. 

Port. Qtand off, and keep your Rank* Twenty foot farther. There,,. 
O loufe your felves with Realbn and Dilcretion - — The Sun 
ftiines warm. No nearer. The farther ftill the better: Your Beafts will bolt 
anon, and then 'tis dangerous. 

*ft» Hey ho ! Heav'n blels our Miftrifi. 

Port. Do's the Crack go that way, old Hunger, ha? v Twi!i be oVmy 
fide anon. 
id. Beg. Pray, Friend, be kind to us. 

Port. Friend ! your Friend ; and why your Friend , Sirrah , Meager 
Chaps ? What do you fee in me, Loufe-trap, or without me, ha ! that 
I fhou'd be your Friend? Have I got the Itch, Scrub, or do I look 
like fome of thy Acquaintance hung in Gibbets ? Haft thou any Friends, 
Kindred, or Alliance, or any higher Ambition than an Alms Basket ? 
This young foft-hearted Miftrifs of mine do's make thefe Rogues fo fa* 
miliar. 

zd. Beg. I'm foe I wou'd be your Worfhip's Friend. 
Port. No doubt on't^ Vermin i and fo you lhall, when I QiiJrrer the 
fame Loufe with you. B %d. Beg, 



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I d. Beg. I'm fare it *s Twelve a Clock. 

Port. 'Tis ever fb with thee, when thou haft done fcratching ; For that 
provokes thy ftomach to ring Noon. O the infinite Seas of Porridge 
thou haft fwallow'd ! Alms do you call it 7 to relieve thefe Rafcalls ? 

Enter Alphonfo, Curio, Seberto. 

Alph. Look you there ! Did not I tell you .how fhe wou'd undoe me I 
What Marts of Rogues and Beggars! 

Stb. 'Tis Charity Methinks you are bound to love her for. 

Alp. Yes, I'll warrant you. If Men cou'd Sail to Heav'n in Porridge- 
pots, with Marts of Beef and Mutton, what a Voyage (hou'd I make? 
What are all thefe here ? 

jjt. Beg. Poor People, an't like your Worfhip. 

id. Beg. Wretched poor People. 

%d. Beg. Very hungry People. 

Alph. And very Loufie. And what are you! (to the Pilg. 

Old Pilg. Strangers, that come to wonder at your Charity ; yet People 
poor enough to begg a Bleffing. 

Cur. Ufe 'em gently, Sir, they have a reverend Mien* You are 
Holy Pilgrims, are you not ? 

Old Pil. We are, Sir, and bound far off, to offer our Devotions. 

Alph. What do you do here then 5 We have no Reliques, no Holy 
Shrines. 

Old Pil. The Holieft we ever heard of : You keep a living Monu- 
ment of Goodnels; a Daughter of that Pious Excellence, the very Shrines 
of Saints fink at her Virtue. We come to fee this Lady, not with 
Prophane Eyes, or wanton Blood, to doat upon her Beauty; but 
through our tedious way, to beg her Bleffing. 

Alp* This is a new way of Begging; thefe Commendations cry Mo- 
sey for Reward, good (tore too : Ah ! the Sainting of this young Har- 
lot will Coft me Dear. 

[to Pedro] Well, Sir, have you got your Compliments ready too, and 
your empty Purfe? Hah! what nothing but a bow; Modefty ? 

Cur. A handfome well look'd Man. (a/ide 

Alph. What Country Craver arc you? What! nothing but Motion? 
A Pgppit Pilgrim. 

Old PH. He's a firanger, Sir, thefe four days I have travel'd in his Com- 
pany ; but little of his Bufinefi or his Language yet I have underftood. 

Seb. Both young and handfome ; only the Sun has injur'd him. 

Alph. Wou'd you have Money, Sir, or Meat, or a Wench? What 
kind of Bleffing doe's your Devotion point at, Still more Ducking ? Are 
fchere any Saints that underftand by fign only ? Hah, more Motion yet i: 
This is the prettyefl: Pilgrim; the Pink of Pilgrims. 

Cur. Fye, Sir, Fye; rather beftow your Charity then Jeft upon him* 

Alp. Say you fo ? Why then, look ye, Pilgrim,, here's a poor Viati- 
wm^ very good Gold, Sir, I'm Sorry 'tis not heavier. But fince the 
lighted Grain of earthly Drols wou'dkbe a Burthen to a Heav'nly mind— 
111 put 'it up again* 

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Cur. O horrible ! you are too Irreverent. 

Alp. You are a Muft I give my Money to every Rogue that 

carries a grave Look in's Face ? Muft my good Angels wait upon him ^ 
I'll find 'em other bufinefi. 

Sek But confider, Sir,the Wrongs you do thofe Men may light on you: 
Strangers are entitul'd to a fbfter Ufage. 

Alph. Oon's, half the Kingdom will be ftrangersfhortly, if this young 
Slut's fuffer'd to go on with her Prodigalities. But I muft be an Afs: 
Here, Sirrah, fee em reliev'd for once ; do't effe&ually too \ d'ye hear? 
Burft'em, that I may never fee 'em more. Were I young again, Tds 
fooner get Bear whelps than She* Saints. (Exit. 

Cur. Such a Face as that, fare 1 have (een. 

Ssb. 1 thought ib too; but we muft be miftaken. {Exit. 
Port. Come, will ye troop up, Porridge Regiment? Captain Poor* 
Quarter y will ye move? 



Enter Alinda and Juletta. 



Atin. Why are not thefe poor Wretches ferv'd yet ? 

2 Beg. Blefs our good MiftriJs. 

Port. They are too high fed, Madam their Stomachs are not awake 
yet. 

Aim. Do you make fport with their Miferies ? Sir, learn more Huma- 
nity, or 1 fh all find a way to teach it you. 

3 Beg. Kind Heaven preferve her, and for ever blefs her. 

Alin. Blefs the good end I mean it for. Exit Beg* 

Jul. afide. Wou'd I knew what that were; if it be for a Man, Ide lay 
Amen with all my heart. 

You have a very pretty Band of Penfioners, Madam. 

Alin. Vain Glory wou'd feek more and handlbmer j 
But I appeal to Virtue what my end is. 
What Men are thefe ? 

Julet. Holy Pilgrims they feem to be. What Pity 'tis that handfbme 
young Fellow fhou'd undergo fo much Pennance : Wou'd 1 were the 
Saint he makes his Vow to$ Pde foon grant ins Requeft,let him ask what 
he wou'd. 

Alin. You are Pilgrims, Sirs, Is't not fb? 

OldPil. We are, fair Saint ; may Heaven'sGrace furroundyou; 
May all good Thoughts and Prayers dwell about you ^ 
Abundance be your Friend, arid Holy Charity be ever at your hand to 
Crown you Glorious. 



( 6 ) 

Alin. I thank you, Sir*, Peace guide your Travels too f 
And what you wifh for molt, end all your troubles. 

Remember me by this; (Gwwghim Money ) and in 
Your Prayers, when your ftrong Heart melts, 
Medicate my poor Fortunes. 

Old PH. All my Devotions wait upon your Service. 

Alin. Are you of this Country, Sir ? 

Old PH. Yes, worthieft Lady, but far off bred: My 
Fortune's farther from me. 

Alin. I am no Inquifitor, whatever Vow or Pennance pulls you on r 
Sir, Confcience, or Love, or ftubborn Difobedience ; The Saint you 
Kneel too, hear and eafe your Travels. 

Old Til; Yours ne'er begin ; and thus I Seal my Prayers. 

(Exih 

Alin.afide. How fteadfaftly this Man looks upon me? How he Sighs? 
Some great Affliction fure's the fource of his Devotions. 

To Ped. Right Holy Sir: He turns from us. Alas he weeps too: Some- 
thing preffes him he wou'd reveal, but dares- not. Sir, be Comforted: If 
you want, to me you appear fo worthy of Relief, I'll be your Steward. 
Speak and take. He's Dumb ftili. This Man ftirs me ftrangely. 

Jul. WouM he wou'd ftir me a little *, I like his ftiape well. (Afide. 

Alin. It may be he wou'd fpeak to me alone ; ( Afide. 

Retire a little, Juletta* but d'ye hear, don't be far off 

Jul, I fhan't, Madam: Wou'd 1 were nearer him: A young fauig hand- 
fbme Holynefs has no fellow. 

( " Afide. Exit v 

Aim. Why do you grieve? Do you find your Pennance fliarp ? 
Are the Vows you have made, too mighty for you ? 
Or does the World allure you to look back, and make you mourn the 
fofter Hours you have loft ? You are young, and feem as you were 
form'd for Manly Refolution ; Come, be Comforted : 

Ped. I am, fair Angel : And fuch a Comfort from your words I feel, 
that tho* Calamities, like angry Waves, curl round, contending proudly,, 
who fhall firft devour me, yet I will ftem their Danger. 

Attn. He fpeaks Nobly. (Afide.) What do you want, Sir? 

Ted, All that can make me happy: I want my felf. 

Alind. Your felf! Who robb'd you, Pilgrim ? 
Why does he lookfo earneftly upon me? I want my felf. (Afia\ 
Indeed you Holy wanderers are laid to feek much,' 
But to feek yctor felves— 

Fed. I feek my felf, and am but my felfsjhadow, have loft my felf, and 
ttow am not fb Noble. 

AUn.afide. I feek my felf; fore, fomething I remember bears that Motto»? 
Itisnot he; he* younger, has a fmoother Face} yet for that Self {kke% 
Pilgrim, who fo ere it be, take this... 

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Ted. Your hand I dare take ; that be far from me : Your hand I hold, 
and thus I kifs it ^ and thus I blefi it too. Be eonfiant fiill : Be good: And 
live to be a great Example. 

(Exit. 

Aim. One word more. He's gone : Heav n ! How I Tremble? 
Be Confiant fitll; 'tis the very Poefie here ; and here without, Be Good. 
He wept too, as he left me. It muft be Pedro. Julettg, 

Enter Juletta. 

Jul Madam. 

Alith Take this Key, and quickly fetch me the Jewel that lies in my 
little Cabinet. That will determine all, (Exit Jukt. ) 

It muft be he : His Face was ftioother when I faw him laft j yet there's 
a Manly Look, and Noble Shape, ftill fpeak him Pedfo. 

Enter Juletta. 

Alin. Let me fee it: Tis fo; 'Tis he ; it muft be he. He (poke the 
words juft as they ftand engraven here. I feek my felf and am but my 
felfs fcadow* 

Poor Pedro] But how fhall I recover him? 

Juletta, the Pilgrim, where is he? which way did he go? 

Jul Alas, Madam, I don't know ; it's in vain to feek him now. 

Alin, I tell thee, I muft fee him ; 1 gave him nothing. 

Jul. That was ill done, indeed; for he's the handfbmeft Fellow I have 
feen this many a Day. What makes her look fo thoughtful ? Sure here's 
fomething afoot more than ordinary. 

Aim afide. 'Tis enough. He has done much for me: HI try what Re- 
compense 'tis in my power to make him. ( Exit, 



The End of the Firfi Aft, 



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Act II. 

Enter Alphonfo, Curio, Seberto , Juletta and Servants. 

Ahh An Ihe flip through a Key-hole ? Tell me that; refolve me; 
f C Canfhe fly i'th Air? Is (he Invifible ? Gone, and no body 

knew it ! 

hei ctwd ^he^rthe Dig has clawM her. 'Oons find her out, or H 
Sp ve aH vou Wagtail, you know her Defigns, you were of her 
CoundL (V* 7T/)hef bawd/ Advifer-, where isflie, Struma? 
Jul. You wou'd know of me, Sir. 

Ahh Of you Sir? Yes of you Sir ; why, what are you Sir? 

^ H SeS^^^ 
the Doors onights, that they mayn't creek. Where is me, Infamy ? 

Damnable ill; and either confefs, or 

Indeed 1 won't, 

?«/ BeSufe I can't ; if I cou'd, I'd give another Reaibn. 
Ahh Well bid: but 1 Ihall deal with you, you Slut you. What fay 
youl YhSulU which way did me get out ? why were not my Doors 
ihut? (to the Porter. 

Tort They were, a'nt Pleafe you; nothing open but the Key-hole. 
Ahh Where did me lye? Who lay with her ? 
fit. Not l, an't please you ; s I lay with *reder,ck in the Flea-Cham- 

b °Al P b. Once more, of thee! demand her; tell me News of her, or ex- 
pea the Devil and all. ' ( n j uku 

Cur Come Vtiktta. if you know any thing, tell him 
§J look %e? Sir if I knew all, and had been intruded by her, not 
Devils you cou'd call upon, Ihou'df care « WJ^J^"£ 
But, fince I know nothing worth your knowing^ II ltel 1 y" ha l J° 
; now. 1 know fee's gone, becaufe we can t find her. I know ihe s gone 



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cunningly, becaufe you can't find which way. I know fhe was weary of 
your Tyranny, becaufe the Devil wou'd have been ib too: And I know, 
if /he's wife, fhe'll never come again — 
Alph. Out of my Doors. 

Jul. That's all my poor Petition. For were your houfe Gold, ajid fhe 
not in't, 1 fhou'd think ic but a Cage to whittle in. 

Alph. Whore s if fhe be above ground, III have her 

Jul I'd live in a Colepit then, if I were (he. 

Cur. Indeed, Sir, I fancy fhe knows nothing of her Flight; you know 
her mad way of talking. 
Alph. Hang her, hang her, fhe knows too much. 

Enter Servant drunk. 
Well Rafcal, have you any News of her? 

Serv. N. — N. Not a Drop Sir. The Butler gave me the Key 

of the Cellar, to fearch the Cellar, Sir ; fo I have been fearching the 
Cellar. 

Alph. Here's a Dog for you. 
• Serv. I fearcht every Hogftxead, Sir, and open'd fome Bottles , bufr 
cou'd not find a fpoonfuil of her. 

A 'ph. YouRafcal, get you out of my reach, or TIL be thy Murderer*. 



Enter another Servant that ftammers. 

Serv. S,S, S, S, Sir. 

AlpL Well, what News? Be quick: 

Sew t My yo, yo, yo, yo, young La-Lady is gone — — 

Alph. I know fhe's gone, you Dog, but where ? 

Serv. Out at the P 

Alph. Out with't, you Son of a Whore 

Serv. The Po, ho, ho, ho, ho, hoftcrri Gate of the Ga, ha, ha, Ma*, 



Alph. This Dog will make me mad; but one Hammering Rogue to 
the Family, and it mud fall to his fhare to give me an account ofheci, 
The Wind's in the Eafi too ; The Dog won't get it out this Hour. 
Where was it , Sirrah, where was it ? 

Serv. The Ga arden Sir, the Ga-ardeii; 

Alph. The Garden, Sir, the Garden ; was it fo ? 
And how do you know fhe got out at the Garden, ha ? 

Serv. If— f— faw, an't p, p, p, p, p-leafe you, the P PHht off 

her fo, fa, fo, fo, Foot. 

Alph. Right, a Foot, a little Eoot 3 a young Whore's Foot? 



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Ser v. Ye, Yes Sir. 

AlpL And from thence fcrambled over the Wall into the Park, and 
fo to the Devil? . 

Serv. So I fup, -p, -pofe, Sir. 

Alpb. 'Tis very well, ye Stars, 'tis very well: This comes of Indul- 
gence, I muft needs allow her the Key of the Garden, to walk on Faft- 
days, and Contemplate with a Pox : But I'll fetch her again, with a Fire- 
brand at her Tail. My Horles there — ~ 

ctr } You'll give us Leave to wait upon you. ? 

AlpL That you may if you pleafe. My Horfe there ; difpatch. Are 
youfo Hot, I Faith? Fll Cool you, Miftrifs; Muft you be jumping Joan ? 
If I catch you again, I'll clap fuch a Clogg about your Neck, you fhall 
leap no more Walls Fll warrant you; I'll hzngRoderigo there, ITaith. My 
Horfes, quick ; and d'ye hear, keep me this young Lirry Poop within 
doors , faft * I lhali dilcover Dame — * 

( Exit Alph. &c. 

Jul Indeed you won't Sir. 

Afide. Well, Love 3 if thou be'ft with her or whatever Power elfe arms 
her Refolution, conduct her carefully, and keep her from this Madman — 
Direct her to her Wifhes % dwell about her ; let no dilhonourable End 
o'retake her ; Danger or Want^ and let me try my Fortune 



Enter Roderigo and font Out-Laws. 



ifi Out. You are not merry Captain. 

Rod. Why, we get nothing, we have no fport j Whoring and Drink- 
ing fpoils us ; we keep no Guard. 

id Out. Fm fure there's neither Merchant nor Gentleman pafles, but 
we have Tribute. 

Rod. Yes, and while we f pend that idly, we let thofe pafi that carry 
the beft Booty : Fll have all fearcht and brought in. Rogues and Beggars 
have found the Trick of late to become Bankers. In fhort, Gentlemen, 
I'll have none Efcape but my Friends and Neighbours, who may be ufe- 
ful in laying my Innocence before the King : All others fhall pay their 
Pafsport. 

2 d Out. You now fpeak like a Captain \ if we fpare any, flea us, and 
Coin our CalTocks. 
Red. You hear of no Preparations the King intends againftus i 
3d Out. Not a Word ; Don't we fee his Garrifons ? 
Rod. Who have we out now ? 

2d Out. Good fellows, that, if there be any Purchafe ftirring, won't 
Dip it ; Jaym and Lopez,, Lads that know their Bufinefs. 

Rod. 



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Rod. Where's the Boy you brought in e'n now ? he's a pretty Lad, and 
of a quick Capacity — 

1 Out. He's within at Meat, Sir; the poor Knave's hungry ; yet he 
(ealbns all he eats or drinks, with Tears. 

2 Out. He's young ; 'tis Fear and want of Company. 

Rod. Don't ufe him roughly* and he'll foon grow bolder. I intend to 
keep him to wait upon me ; I like the Boy, there's fomething in his Face 
pleafts me ftrangely : Be fure you all u(e him gently. 

i Out. Here's a little Box, Sir, we took about him, which almoft 
broke his Heart to part with; I fancy there's fomething of Value in't; I 
can't open it. 

Rod. Alas ! fbme little Money, I warrant you, the poor Knave cariy'd 
to defray his Charge: Til give it him again. 

Enttr Jaques, Lopez, with Pedro. 



How now ! Who's this ? What have you brought me here, Soldiers? 
J*qu. Why Truly we don't well know; only he's a damn'd 
fullen fellow. 

Rod. Where did you lake him ? 

Lop. Upon the skirt of the Wood, ftuntring and peeping about, as 
if he were looking for the beft Accefi to our Quarters: Money he had 
enough, and when we threatned him, he Imil'd and yeildcd, but wou'd 
not (peak one word. 

Rod. Pilgrim, come hither j are you a Pi!grim ; Sir ? A Piece of pretty Ho« 
lineis; do you fhrink,my Mailer ? A fmug young Saint this. What Coun- 
try were you born in, I pray? What, not a Word? had your Mother 
this excellent Virtue too? Sure, fhe was a Matchlels Woman: What a 
bteflcd Family is this Fellow fprung from ! fure he was begot in a Calm. 
Are your Lips Sealed, or do you fcorn to Anfwer? Look you, Sir, 
you are in my Hands, and I mall be too hard for you : Put off his Bon- 
net, Soldiers. You have a fpeaking Face, Sir. 

Lop. A Handfome one, I'm fure ; this Pilgrim can't want She- Saints to 
pray to. 

Rod. Stand nearer: Ha? 

Fed. Come, do your word; I am ready. 

Rod.^ Have you found your Tongue then? Retire aril, and let me talk 
with him alone ; and keep your Guards ftri&. ( Ex. aU but Rod. and Ped. 
So, now, what art thou? 

fed. What am I? My habit ftiews me what I am. 

Rod. A Delperatc Fool; and lb thy fate fhaH tell thee. What DcvB 
brought thee hither ? For I know thee. 

Fed. I know thou doft ; and fince it is my Fortune to light into thy 

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hands, I muft conclude, the moft malicious of Devils brought me ; yet 

fome Men fay thou art Noble ■ 

■Rod. Not to thee ; that were a benefit to mock the giver. Thy Father 
hares my Friends and Family •, and thou haft been the Heir of all his Ma- 
lice ; can two fuch Storms then meet, and part without Kifling ? 

Ped. You have the mightier hand. 

Rod. And ib I'll ufe it. 

Fed. I cannot hinder you; lefs can I begg fubmiflive at his knees that 
knows no Hon jur, that bears the (tamp of Man, and not his Naturo. 
You may do what you pleafe. 

Rod. I will do all. 
b r fed. I do exped thou wilt; for had'ft tho.ubeena Noble Enemy, thou 
wou'dft have fought me whilft I carried Arms, whilft my good Sword 
wss my Profeflion, and then havc # cri'd out, Pedro, I defy thee*, then , 
(luck Alfhanf<?i Quarrel on thy point; the mercenary anger thou ferv'ft 
under, to get his Daughter. But now, thou poorly, balely, fetteft thy 
Toils to catch me, and like the trembling Peafant, that dares not meet 
the Lion in the face, dig'ft crafty Pitfalls. Thou fhame to Spanifh 
Honour. 

Rod. Thy bravery is to thy Habit due : That Holy drefs thou think'ft 
will be thy fanftuary ; thou wilt not find it fb. 

Ped. 1 Look not for't ; The more unhallow'd Wretch howe're art thou 
t'invade it. 

Rod. When you were braveft, Sir, and your Sword fharpeft, I durft 
affront you, you know I durft when the Court Sun guilded you, and 
every Cry was, The young hopeful Pedro, Ahnfts fprightly Son, then I 
durft meet you, when you were Mafter of this mighty Fame, and all 
your Glories in the full Meridian. Had we then come to Competition, 
which I often (ought 

Ped. And I denYd too. 

Rod. You flioud have feen this Sword and felt it too, Jharper than 
Sorrow felt it. Then like a Gentleman I wou'd have us'd thee, and 
given thee the fair Fortueof thy caft: But fin ce thou fteal'ft upon me 
like a Spye, and Theif-like think'ft that Holy Cafe fhail fave thee, bafe as 
thy Purpoles thy end fliali be. Soldiers, appear, and bring a halter with 
ye. I'll forgive your Holy Habit, Sir, but Til hang you. 

Enter Lopez, Jaques and Out Laws. 

ir (htt. Here's a Halter, noble Captain, what fervice have you fort ? 
Red. That Traytor has Service fbsk. Truls him up. 
i. Out. With all my heart j d'ye want a band, Sir 3 I'll fit it to your 
Collar immediatly. 



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Lof. What's his fault, Captain? 



Rod. Tis my will, he perrifli ; that's his fault. 
Fed. A Captain of good Government: ComCjSoldicrs^ome, you arc 
roughly bred, and Bloody ; fhew your Obedience, and the Joy you have, 
in executing Impious Commands. You have a Captain Seals you liberal 
Pardons: Be no more Chriftians, 'tis not in your way, put Religion by, 
'twill make you Cowards. Feel no Tendernefs; nor let a thing caU'd 
Conscience trouble you; alafs! 'twill breed delay. Bear no- .Helped to 
what I feem ; were I a Saint indeed, why Ihou'd that ftagger ye I You 
know no Holinefs ; to be excellent in Evil is your Goodnefs ; and be fo,'cwill 
become you j have no Hearts for fear you fliou'd repent, for^Repcmanas 
will be dangerous. 

Rod. Trufs up the Preacher. 

Fed* The Racks of Confidence are of dire Importance. 
Be therefore fteady in your Mifchiefs ; waver not. 
Rod. Up with him, I fay. 

Fed. Why do you not obey your Chief ? Come, this one daring Itroak 
at Heav'n, will make ye harcTned Soldiers of Iniquity. 

Rod. What do the Villains gaze at? Why am I not obeyed? 

Jag. What would you have us do ? 

Rod. Dilpatch the Babler 

Jaq. And have Religious Bloud hang o*re our Heads? 
We have fins enough already, to make our Graves loath us. 

Rod. I (hall not be obey'd then? 

Lop. Obeyd ? I don't know ; tho' I am a Thief, Pm no Hangman i 
They are two Trades ; I don't care to meddle with Holy Blood, 
Mod. Holy, or Unholy, I'll have it done. 

1 Out. If I do't, I'll be Damn'd. 

2 Out. Or I. 

3 Out. Or I. We'll do any thing that's reafonable ; but the Devil woud 
flinch at fuch a Job. 

Jaq. I have done as many Villanies as another; and tho' I fay*c, with 
as few Qualms : But I don'c like this, it goes againft my Scomack. 
Rod. Have ye then confpir'd, ye Slaves ? 

Fed. Why art thou lb difturb'd at their Refu&l \ if 'tis my Life alone 
thou want'ft, why with thy own curd hand do*! % hou not take it ? Thine's 
the Revenge; Be thine the Glory: Engrofiitto thy (elf, take the whole 
fin upon thee, and be Mighty in Evil, as thou art in Anger. And let 
• ,not thofe poor wretches howl for thy (ike. 

Rod. 'Ti$ enough ; I'll make ye all repent this frubbornefs ; nor will I 
yet be baffled, I'll find another means to h*ve my Will obeyed. Let him 
not fcape, I charge ye, on your Lives. (Exit Rod. 

Jaq. What the Devil have you done Pilgrim, to make him rave and 
rage thus ? Have you kill'd his Father, or his Mother, or ftrangled any 



Lof. Or has he no Sifters? Han't you been Bouncing about them? 




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i Out. 



i Out. O* my Cohfciehce his Quarrel to thee is not for being Holier 
than he. 

Lop. Nor for feeming an Honefter Man ; for we have no Trading 
here with fuch ftufF. To be excellent Thieves is all we aim at. Hark thee, 
Pilgrim; wile thou take a Spit and a Stride, and try if thou canft out-run 
us r 

Ted. No, I (corn to fhift his Fury. 

Jaq. Thou wilt be hang'd then. 

Ted. I cannot dye with fewer faults about me. 

1 Oat. I fancy he'll ftoot him ; for the Devil's in't if he hang hira hkn- 

m 

Lop. No, he's too proud for that •, he'll make fome body do't : See, 
here he comes again, and as full of Rage as ever. 

i Out. He has got the Boy with him ; fure he won't make him do't. 
Lop. As like as not. 

Enter Roderigo and Alinda. 

Rod. Come, Sirrah, no wonders. Nay, don't Stare, nor hang back ; 
do't, or Fll hang you, you young Dog — 

Alin. Alas, Sir, What wou'd you have me do ? Heaven's Goodnefc 
ihield me. 

Rod. Do ? Why, hang a Rogue that wou'd hang me. 
Alin. I'm a Boy, and weak, Sir ; pray excufe me. 
Rod. Thou art ftrong enoughto tye him to a Bough, and turn him off. 
Gome, be quick. 
Alin. For Heavns fake, Sir. 
• Rod. Do ye dilpute, Sirrah ? 

AUn K O, no, Sir; I'll do the beft 1 can. Which is the Man, Sir ? 
Rod. ; That in the Pilgrim's- Coat there ; that Devil in the Saints 

Skin. 

Alin. Guard me, ye Powers, 
Rod. Come, Dil$atch. 
Ted. I wait thy worft. 

Jaq> to Lop, Will the Boy do it i Is the RoRtie lb boldf 
So young, fe deep in Bloud ! 
Lop. He (hakes and trembles. 

Ted. Doft thou feek more Coals Hill-to fear thy Confcience ? Work 
Sacred Innocence to be a Devil ? Do it thy felf, for lhame : Thou beft 

becomeft it. 

Rod. Thou art not worthy on't. No, this Child fliall ftrangle thee. A 
Crying Girl, if fte were here, fhould Mailer thee. 

Alin. How ftall I Save him ? How my felf from Violence i 
A«re you prepar'd^o dye* Sir £ * 

Ted, 



Ted. Yes, Boy ; Pr ethee to thy Bufinels. 

Jaq. The young Dog begins to look as if he wou'd do t in earnefh 
Alin. If y'are prepaid, How can you be lb angry, fo perplextd .?. 
Heaven s won by Patience, not by Heat and Paffion. 
Lop. The Baftard will make a good Prieft. 
Ted. I thank thee, gentle Child, thou teacheft rightly* 
Alin. Methinks you leem to fear too. 
Ted. Thou fee'ft more than I feel, Boy. 
Alin. You tremble fure. 

Ted. No, Boy , 'tis but thy tendernefi; prithee makehafte. 
Alin. Are ye fo willing then to go ? 

Ted. Molt willing. 1 wou'd not borrow from his Bounty, one poor 
hour of Life, to gain an Age of Glory- 

Aim. And is your Reckoning ftated right with Heav'n ? 

Tedro. As right as Truth, Boy, I cou'd not go mere joyfu! to a Wed- 
ding- r 

Alin. Then to your Prayers ! Pll difpatch you prefently. 

Rod. A good Boy ; I'll reward thee well. 

Alin. I thank you, Sir ^ but pray allow me a fhort word in private. 
Now guide my Tongue, ye bleffed Saints above (;J0t> 

Rod. What wou'dft thou have, Child ? 

AUn. Mufl this Man Dye ? 

Rod. Why doft thou ask that Queftion ? 

Alin. Pray be not angry ; if. he rauft, I'll do it : 
But muft he now ? 

Rod. What elfe ; Who dares reprieve him? 

Alin. Pray think again ; and as the Injuries are great this Man has done 
you, lb luit your Vengeance to 'em. 

Rod. I do j 'tis therefore hemuft dye 

Alin. A Trifle. 
Rod. What is a Trifle ?~ 
Alin. Death, if he dye now. 
Rod. Why, my bell Boy ? 

Alin. I love you, Sir, I wou'd not tell you elfe. Is it Revenge tor Saint 
your Enemy ; Clap the Dove's, Wings of Downy Peace upon him, and 
let him (bar to Heaven, is this Revenge ? 

Rod. Yet die he lauft. 

Alin. Right. Let him die, but not preparM to die. That were the 
Bleffing of a Father on him; and all who know and love Revenge wou'd 
l*ugh at you. You lee, thus fortified, he (corns your Threats, defpifes 
all your Tortures } (miles to behold your Rage; fo blind your View, thai 
while you aim his hated Soul to Hell, you fcoot it vp to Heav'n* 
Shall he die now ? 

Lop. What has the Boy done to him? " 

jfa?. How thoughtfully he looks? 

Mm 



Aim. Come, Sir, you are wife, and have the World's regard; you are 
valiant too, and fee your Valour honoured. Twill be a Stain to both, in- 
deed it will, tohaveitfaid , you have given your Fury leave to prey on 
a poor paffive wayward Pilgrim 

Rod. The Boy has ftiakcn me : What wou'dft thou have me do ? 

Aim. Alas Sir, do you ask a Child ? But fince you do, I'll fay the 
beft I know. I'd have you then do bravely, fcorn him, and let him go. 
You have made him tremble, now feal his Pardon ; and when he appears 
a Subje& fit for Anger, fit for you, his pious Armour off, his hopes no 
higher than your Sword may reach, then ftrtke the noble Blow. ( a fide 
I hope 1 have turn'd him. 

Rod. Here ; Let the Fool go. I (corn his Life too much to take it from 
him. But if we meet again 

?ti. I thank ye, Sir. 

Rod. No more: Be gone. 

Exit Pedrd. 

Aim. Why this was greatly done, mofl: noble. ( afidt 

But whether is he gone! O, (hall we never meet happy? 

Rod. Come, Boy , thou (halt retire with me j I love thy Company : 
Thou haft a pleafing Tongue ; come with me, Child. 

Aim. Vi\ wait upon ye, Sir. ( afiJe) O ! TeJro. 

Ex. RoJLAlin. 

Lop. The Boy has don't: he has fav'd the Pilgrim. 
A Cunning young Rogue, I fhall love him for't heartily. 

Jaq . And fo fhall I. But the Knave's fo good, I'm afraid he'l ruine 
us, he'll make us all honeft. 

1 Out. Marry Heav'n forbid. 

2 Out. He'll find that a harder Task, than to lave the Pilgrim. 

Lop. That I believe : But come, Gentlemen, let's to Supper ; we'll 
Drink the Boy's Health, and fo about our bufineG. 

Exeunt. 



The End of the Second Aft* 



Act 



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Act III. 

Enter Roderigo, Jaques, Lopez, and three Out- Law f. 

Rod. 'Tis ftrange none of you fhoud know her. 

Jaq. Alas ! we never faw her, nor heard of her, but from you. 

Lop. I don't think 'twas (he \ Methinks a Woman fhoud not dare - 

Rod. Thou Ipeak'ft thou know'ft not what: What dares not Woman, 
when flie is provok'd ? Or what feems dangerous to Love and Fury ? 
That it is flie, Thefe Jewels here confirm me, for part of 'em I my ielf 
fent her, which (tho* againft her Will ) her Father forc'd her to accept 
and wear. 

Lop. Tis very ftrange, a Wench and we not know it , I us'd to have 
a better Nofe. 
Jay. But what could be her bufinefs here ? 

Rod. That's what diftra&s me. O ! that canting Pilgrim, that Villain 
Pedro ; there lies my Torture. How cunningly fhe pleaded for him ? 
How Artfully {he fav'd him i Death and Torments, had ye been true to 
me, I neeV had fufFer'd this. 

1 0»f. Why, you might have hang'd him if you wou'd ; andwou'dhe 
had been hang'd, that's all we carefor't, fo we had not don't — 

Rod. But where is flie now? What care have ye had of that ? Why 
have ye let her go, to defpife and laugh at me ? 

Lop. The Devil that brought her hither , has carried her back again, I 
think •, for none of us few her go. 

Jay. No living thing came this Night through our Watches. You 
know fhe went with you. 

Rod. And was by me, 'till 1 fell afleep. But when I wak'd and cal'd 
was gone. Curfe on my Dulnefs, why did I not open this ? This wou'd 
have told me all. 

Enter Alphanfb and two Out-Lawt ? 

Alfh. Prethee bring me to thy Captain, where's thy Captain, Fellow ? 
Oh, 1 am founder'd, I am melted » lbme Fairy has led me about all 
Night 5 the Devil has entic'd me with the voice of a Whore. Wher^s 
thy Captain, Fellow ? 

1 Out. Here Sir, there he Hands. 

Alp. O! Captain, how doft thou, Captain? I have been foofd, bub- 
bled, made an Afs on : My Daughter's run away *, 1 have been haunted 
too j have loft my Horfe, am ftarved fop Want of Meat, and out of my 
Wits. 

Rod. I'm lorry, Sir, to fee you engag'd info many Misfortune's ; But 



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pray walk in, refrelh your felf, and HI inform you what has hapncd here ; 
but HI recover your Daughter, or lofe cny Life : In the mean time all 
thefe fhali wait upon you. 

Alpb. My Daughter be damn'd. Order me Drink enough ; I'm aH- 
moft'Choak'd. ( Ex. Alp. Rod. 

Rod. You (hall have any thing. What think you now Soldiers i 
, Jaq. I think, a Woman's a Woman; that's all. 

Lop. And I think the next Boy we take, we fhou'd fearch him a little 
nearer. ( Exeunt. 

Enter Juletta Sola, in Boys Cloatbs. 

Jul. This is Roderigo's Quarter ; my old Mailer's gone in here, and 
I'Jl be with him foon ; I'll ftartle him a little better than I have done. 
All this long Night have I led him out of the way, to try his Patience. 
I have made him Swear and Curie, and Pray, and Curfe again: I have 
made him lofe his Horle too, whittled him through thick and thin. Down 
in a Ditch I had him ; there he lay blafphemirig, till I called him out 
ca guide his Nofe pop into a Fuz bufli. Ten thoufand Tricks I have 
play'd him, and ten thouland will add to them before I have done with 
him. Pil teach him to plague poor Women. But all this while, I can't 
meet with my dear Miftrifs. I'm cruelly afraid fhe fhou'd be in Diftrefi ; 
wou'd to kind Heav'n I cou'd come to comfort her : But, till I do, I'll 
haunt thy Gboft, Alpbonfo; I will, old Crab-Tree. He f han't fleep j I'll 
get a Drum for him, HI frighten him out of his wits; I have fuch a Hur- 
ricane in my head, I have aimoft loft my own allready ; and I'm refolv'd I 
won't be mad alone. When a Woman fets upon playing the Devil, 'twere 
afhame fhe fhou'd not do't to the purpofe. ( Exit. 

Enter Seberto and Curio. 
Seb. Tis ftrange, in all the Tour we have made, we fhou'd have no 
news at all of her. 
Cur. I Can t think (he's got fo far. 

Seb. She's certainly disguis'd ; her Modefty wou'd never venture in her 

own Shape. 

Cur. Let her take any Shape, I'm (lire I cou'd diftinguift her. 

•Seb. So cou'd I, I think. Has not her Father found her ? 

Cur. Not he, he's fo wild, he woifd not know her if he met her. 

Sch. I hope he wou'd not ; for 'tis pity (he fhou'd fall into his hands. 
But where are we, Curio ? 

Cur. In a Wood, I think ; hang me if I know elfe ; And yet I have rid- 
den all diefe Coafts, and at all hours. 

Seb. I wifh we had a Guide. 

Cur. If I am not much miftaken, Seberto, we are not far from Roderigo's 
Quarters. I think 'tis in this Thicket he and his Out-Laws harbour. 
Seb. Then we are where Alpbanfi appointed to meet us* 

Cur 



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Curi. t believe we are, wou'd we cou'd meet fome living thing to in- 
form us. 

Seb. What's that there? [Enter Alinda. 

Curt. A Boy, I think ; flay, Why may not he dired us ? 

Alin. 1 am hungry, and I am weary, almoft quite fpent, yet cannot 
find him \ keep me in my Wits, goodBeav'n! I feel 'em wavering. O my 
Head. 

Seb. Hey Boy, dofl: hear, thou tripling ! 

Alin. Oray fears, fome of Roderigd>s wicked Grew, If lam carried 
back to him, I then indeed am wretched. 
Curt. Doll know what place this is, Child ? 
Alin. No indeed, Sir, not I. O my Bones ! 
Seb. What dofl: thou complain for, Boy ? A very pretty Lad this. 
Curt. What's the matter with thee, Child ? 

Alin. Alas, Sir / I was going to Segovia^ to fee my fick Mother, and 
here I have been taken, robb'd, and beaten by drunken Thieves. O my 
back. 

Seb. What Rogues are thefe to ufe a poor Boy thus ! Look up Chiid, be 
of good cheer, hold up thy head. 

Alin. O, I cannot, it hurts me if I do \ they have given me a great 
blow on the Neck. 

Curt. What Thieves are they, dofl; know ? 

Alin. They call the Captain Roderigo. O Dear, O Dear, 

Curt. Look you there j I knew we were thereabouts. 

Seb. Dofl: thou want any thing ? 

Alin. Nothing but eafe, Sir. 

Curi. There's fome Mony for thee however, and get thee to thy Mother. 

Alin. I thank ye Gentlemen, pray Heaven blefs ye. 

Seb. Come let's along, we can't lofe our way now. [Exit. 

Alin. Tin glad you are gone, Gentlemen \ 1 know you are honeft 
men, but 1 don't know whether you are on my fide upon this occaflon ; 
Lord how 1 tremble, fend me but once into Pedro's Arms, Dear Fortune, 
and then come what will — Which way fhall I go, or what ihall I do ? 'cis 
almofl: Night again, and I know not where to get either Meat or Lodging. 
Thefe wild Woods, and the various fancies that poflefs my Brain will run 
me Mad. Hey ho. [Enter Juletta with a Drum. 

Jule. Boy, Boy. Alin. More fet to take me. 

Jule. Doft hear, Boy ? a word with thee, 

Alin. 'Lis a Boy too, and no bigger than I am, I can deal with him. 
Jule. Hark ye young Man j Can you beat a Drum? 
4$n. A Drum / 

Jule. A Drum / Ay, a Drum ; diUft never fee a Drum, mun? Prithee try 
if thou can ft make it grumble. 

Alin. (A fide.) Juktta's Face and Tongue-, is fhe run mad too? Or 
is thereiome deffgn in this? I'm Jealous of every thing. 

Jule.-VW give thee a Royal, but to go along with me to Night, and 
Ittriy durry this a little, 

Aim. i care uoc for your- Royal nor you neither, I have other bufinefs, 
prithee Drum to thy feif and Dance to'r, ■ 

D Jule. 



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Jute.. Why how now, you faucy young Dog you ! I have a good mind 
to lay down my Drum, and take ye a flap o're the Face tf 
Enter Roderigo and two Out- Laws. 

Aim. Hark; here comes more company, I fhall be taken at laft. Hea- 
ven fhield me/ [Exit 

Jule. Bafto j who's there ? [Afide. 

Lope. Do you need me any fartheV, Captain ? 

Rod. No, not a foot: Give me the Gown : fo: the Sword. 

Jule. This is the Devil Thief , and if he take me,woe be to my Gaskins.. 

Lope. Certainly Sir,, fhe'il take her Patches off, and change her Habir. 

Rod. Let her do what fhe will, fhe can't again deceive me. No, no 7 
Jjinda 7 'tis not the Habit of a Boy can twice delude me. 

Jule. A Boy, and Patches on, what a dull Jade have I been/ [Afide. 
-Rod. If fhe be found pth? Woods, fend me word prefently, and I'll re- 
turn ; fhe can't be yet got far. If you don't find her, expedme wtei 

you fee me. No more, fareweL [Exifr 

Jule. I'm very glad thou art gone. This Boy in Patches was the Boy 
I talkt to , the very fame, how haftily it ftiifted me ! what a mop-ey'd 
Afs was l r 1 cou'd not know her. It muft be fhe , 'tis fhe : now I re- 
member her, how loath fhe was to talk : how fhy fhe was of me. I'll 
follow her, but who fhall plague her Father there ? No, I muft not quit 
him yet : I muft have one flurt more at him, and then for the Voyage. 
Come, Drum, make ready. Thou muft do me Service. [Exit. 
Enter Jaques, and one Out- Law. f 

Jaq-. Are they all fet ? * Out. All, and each quarter's quietu 

Jaq. Is old Alphonfo a-fleep ? Out. An hour ago. 

Jaq. We muft be very careful in our Captain's abfence. 

Out. It concerns us, he won't be long from us. Hark — [Drum afar off. 

Jaq. What I Out. A Drum. 

Jaq. The Devil. Out. 'Tis not the wind, fure. 

Jaq. No : that's Still and Calm. Hark again. Out. Tat, Tat. 

Jaq. It comes nearer : we are furpriz'd j 'tis by the King's Command; 
we are all Dead men. 

Out. Hark, hark, a Charge now. Our Captain has betray'd us all. 

Jaq. This comes of Love : Poverty, a fcolding Wife, and ten Daugh- 
ters be his recompence. [Enter Lopez. 

Lop. D'ye hear the Drum ? Jaq. Yes, we do hear it. 

i Out. Hark, another on that fide. [Enter two Out-Laws. 

1 Out. Fly, fly, fly, we are all taken, we are all taken. 

2 Out. A Thoufand Horfe and Foot, a Thoufand Prifoners, and every 
Man a Halter by his fide. 

Lop. A difmal Night, Companions / what's to be done ? 
Ja$. Every Man fhift for himfelf. [Exeunt. 

Enter Alphonfo, 

Alph. Ay marry Sir, where's my Horfe now ? what a Plague did I do 
amongft thefe Rogues ? is there neVe a hole to creep into ? I fhall be ta- 
ken for their Captain, and out of refpeft to my Poft, be hang'd up firft. 
A Pox of all Ceremonies, cry I ; what will become of me/ I muft be a 
Daug^er : hunting, with a Pox to me : Lord ! Lord ! that a foolifh young 

Whore 



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Whore fliou'd lead a wife old Rogue into fb much mifchief. But hark- 
hark, I fay : ay •, here they come. That I had but the Strumpet here now* 
to find 'em a little Play while I made my efcape. - 

BtferSeberto, Curio, and Out- Laws. 

Seb. What do you fear ? what do you run from ? Here are no SouldU 
ers, no Body from the King to Attack you, are you all mad ? 

i Out. Ay, but the Drum, the Drum Sir, did not you hear the Drum ? 

Curt. I never faw fuch Pidgeon-hearted Rogues : what Drum, you 
Fools? What Danger? who's that Hands fhaking there behind, enough 
to infcft a whole Army with Cowardife* Mercy on me, Sir, is'tyou? 
what is't that frights you thus ? 

Alph. Is there any hopes *, do ye think I cou'd buy my Pardon ? 

Seb. What is't that has frighted you thus out of your Senfes ? here's 
no danger near you ; A Drum I heard indeed, and faw it, a Boy was 
beating it j Hunting Squirrils by Moon-Light. 

Curi. Nothing elfe, upon my Word, Sir. 

Alp b. That Rogue, the very Boy, no doubt on'r, that haunted me all 
lafl: Night. I wifh I had him, he has plagued my heart out. But come, 
let's go in, and let me get on my Cloaths if I flay here any longer to 
be Martyr'd thus, Til beget another Daughter. Where is that Jewel ? 
Have you mc£ her yet ? 

Seb. No ; we have no news of her. 

Alph r Then I can tell you fome, flie has been here in Boys Cloaths, 
(he has trufl up her Modefty in a Pair of Breeches. There has been a Pil- 
grim at her Tail too. I fuppofe the Game's almoft up by this time. 

Curi. A young Boy we met, Sir. 

Alph. In a Gray-Hat. Curl. In a Gray-Hat. 

- Alph. Patches on. Curi. Patches on. 

Alph. The Strumpet. Curi. Impoffible. 

Alpb. True— in the Litteral Senfe. 

Seb. 'Tis wonderful we fliou'd not know her. 

Alph. Dam her, that's all. Come get me fome Wine, a great deal 
This Halter makes me kekkle in the Throat ftill. £Exit. 

Enter Juletta fola. 

What a fright have I put 'em in / a brave hurly burly ; P faith, if 
tbis do but bolt him, I'll be with him again, with a new part. ]']j fcrk 
him i as he hunts her, I'll hunt him, no Fox with a kennel of Hounds at 
his Tail, ever had fucfa a time on't. [Exit. 

SCENE Segovia. 
Enter Pedro and a Gentleman. 

Gent. You need make no Apology Sir, I take a Pleafore in waiting 
upon Srangers, and (hewing 'em what's worth their feeing in our [City. 
Befides I obferve you are fad, I wou'd divert your melancholy if I cou'd. 
Will ye view our Cattle ? 
Fed. I thank ye, Sir.but I've already feen it \ 'tis ftrong and well provided* 
Gent. How do you like the Walks? I 

Dz S Fed. 



C 22 ) 

Ped. They are very pleafant ^ your Town ftands cool and fweet 

Gent. But that I wou'd not add to your fadnefs 1 cou'd (hew you a 

place were worth your view. 

Ped. Shews feldom alter me, Sir, pray what place is't ? 

Gen. 'Tis a Houfe here, where People of all forts, that have been vifi- 
ted with Lunacies, and Follies, wait their Cures. There's fancies of a thou- 
fand ftamps and fafhions : Some of Pity, that it wou'd make you melt 
to fee their Paflions : And fome again as light that wou'd divert you. But 
I fee your temper 3 Sir, too much inclined to Contemplation to have a tafte 
of fuch Diversions* 

Ped. You miflake me, Sir, I fhou'd be glad to fee *em ; if you plcafe, 
I'd wai^upon you thither. 

Gent. Since you are willing Sir, I fhall be proud to be your guide. 

Ped. I never yet had fo much mind to take a view of rnifery. [Exeunt* 

Enter two Keepers. 

1 Keep. Carry mad Befs fome Meat, fhe- roars like Thunder. And tye 
the Parfon fnort v the Moon's i'th' full, he has a thouland Pigs in's Braird 
Who looks to the Prentict ? Keep him from Women, he thinks he has loft 
his Miftrefs : And talk of no Silk Stuffs \ 'twill run him Horn mad. 

2 Keep. The Juflice keeps fuch a ftir yonder with his Charges, and fuch. 
a coil with his Warrants. 

1 Keep. Take away his Statutes \ the Devil has poflefl him in the like- 
nefs of Penal Laws j keep him from j4qua-vti*- 9 for if that Spirit creep, 
into his Quorum, he'l commit us all. How is't with the Scholar ? 

2 Keep. For any thing 1 fee he is in's right Wits. 

i Keep. Thou art an Afs *, his Head's too full of other Peoples Wits, 
to leave room for his own. [Enter Englifl) Madman. 

Engl. Give me fome Drink, 
i Keep. O ho, here's the Englifh Man. 

Engl. Fill me a thoufand Pots, and froth 'em, froth 'em:, down o* your 

knees, you Rogues, and pledge me roundly } one, two, three and 

four. To the great Turk, I'm his Friend, and will prefer him, he fhall 
quit his Crown— — and be a Tapfler. 

i Keep. Peace, thou heathenifh Drunkard, Peace for fhame, Thefe Eng* 
lifb are fo Malt-mad, there's no medling with them ; when they have a 
Fruitful Year of Barly there, the whole IQand's thus. 

Engl. Who talks of Barly? my Drink's fraall \ down with the Malt- 
Tax. Huzza. 

i Keep. Hold your Tongue, you Eear you, or I fhall fo Chaftife ye — 
Eng. Who's that ? An Excife man ? The Devil [Enter a /he Fool. 
Fool. God give you good Even, Gaffer. 
2. Keep. Who has let the Fool loofe here ? 

i Keep. If any of the Madmen get her, they'l Pepper her, they'l Bounce 
her, 1' Faith. 

Fool. Will you walk into the Cole-houfe, Gaffer ? 
a Keep. She's as Leacherous as a (he Ferret. 

i Keep. Who a Vengeance looks to her ? Go in Kate^ go in, and I'll 
give thee a fine Apple. 




i Keep, 



i Keep, VI whip you, Huffy. 

Engl. Fool, fool, come up to me, fool. 

Fool. Are ye peeping ? Engl 1*11 get thee with five FooR 

Fool. Q fine, O Dainty. 

Engl. And thou (hair lie in a Horfe-cloath like a Lady. 
Foci, And mall 1 have a Coach?" 

Engl. Drawn with four Turkeys, and they fhall tread thee too. 

Fool. We mall have Eggs then \ and fhall 1 lit upon 'em ? 

Engl. Ay, Ay, and they (hall be all Addle, and make a Tanzey for the- 
Devil. Come, come away ; I am taken with thy Love, Fool, and will 
mightily belabour thee: 

i Keep. How the Slut Bridles / How me twitters at him Thefe Eng- 
men would flagger a wife Woman. If we mould fuffer her to have her 
will now, we mould have all the Women in Spain as mad as (he here. 

^ Keep. They'd ftrive who fhou'd be moll: fool : Away with her. 

Fool. Pray ye flay a little, let's hear him fing : He has a fine Breafir: 
Enter Matter, three Gentlemen, Pedro, a mad Scholar. 

i Keep. Here comes my Mailer : to the Spit, you whore , and ilir no 
more abroad, but tend your bufinefs, you fhall have no more fops i'th' pan 
eife. Away with 'em both. XjExit Keep, with the Madman and fools 

1 Gen. I'll allure you Sir, the Cardinal's angry with you for keeping 
this young Man. 

Mafi. I'm heartily forry, Sir j if you allow him found j pray take him 
with you. 

2 Gen. We can find nothing in him Light nor Tainted j no Harts, no 
rubs in all his Anfwers : His Letters too are full of Difcretion, Learning, 
and in a handfom ftile. 

Mafi. Don't be deceiv'd Sir, mark but his Look. 

1 Gen. His grief and his Imprifonment may ftamp that there, 
Mafi. Pray talk with him agen then. 

2 Gen. That will be needlefs, we have tryed him long enough^ and if 
he had a taint, we mould have met with'c. 

Fed. A fober Youth : 'Tis Pity fo heavy a misfortune Ihould attend him. 
2 Gen. You find no ficknefs ? 

Scho. None Sir, I thank Heaven j nor nothing that difturbs my under- 
{landing. 

1 Gen. Do you fleep a Nights ? Scho. Perfectly found and fweet. 

2 Gen. Have you no fearful Dreams ? 

Scho. Sometimes, as all have, who go to Bed with raw and windy fto- 
macsh. 

i Gen. Is there no unkindnefs you have reccivM from any Friend, or 
Parent? or Scorn from what you lov'd ? 

Scho. No truly Sir, I have not yet feenVillany enough, to make me 
doubt the truth of Friend or Kindred— and what Love is, unlefs it lye in 
Learning, I am ignorant. 

1 Gen. This Man is perfect ; I never met with one that talk'd more 
regularly. 

Mafi. You'l find it otherwife. 

2 Gen. r \ mull tell you plainly Sir, I think you keep him here-Xo make 

D 3 ^ him 




you are now at Liberty to go with us. 
Scbo. I thank ye, Gentlemen Mailer farewel. 
Map. Farewel Stepbano, Alas / Poor Man. 

1 Gen. What flaws and gulls of Weather we have had thefe three 
days ? How dark and hot it is ? The Skie is full of mutiny. 

Maft. It has been ftubborn Weather. 

2 Gen. Strange work at Sea, I doubt there's old Tumbling. 

1 Gen. Blefs ray old Uncle's Bark, I have a Venture in't. 

2 Gen. And fo have I, more than I'd wifh to lofe, I'm in feme fear. 
Scbo. Do you fear ? 2 Gen. Ha! How he looks? 

Maft. Nay, mark him better, Gentlemen. 
2 Gen. Mercy on me, how he ftares ? 

Maft. Now tell me how ye like him ? What think ye of him for a fo- 
ber Man now ? 
Scho. Does the Sea llagger ye? 

Maft. Now you have hit the Nick. Scbo. Do ye fear the Billows ? 
1 Gen. What Ails him, who has ftirr'd him ? 

Scbo. Be not fiiaken: Let the ftorm rife-, let it blow on, blow on : 
Let the Clouds wraftle, and let the Vapours of the Earth turn mutinous. 
The Sea in hideous Mountains rife, and tumble upon a Dolphin's back, 
I'll make all make, for I am Neptune. 
Maft, Now, what think you of him ? 2 Gen. Alas ! poor Man. 
Scho. Your Bark mall Plough through all, and not a furge fo fawcy to 
difturb her : I'll fee her fafe, my Pow'r fhall fail before her— — 
Down ye angry Waters all, 
Ye loud whittling Whirlwinds fall. 
Down ye proud Waves *, ye Storms ceafe, 
I command ye, be at Peace; 
Fright not with your Churlilh Notes, 
Nor bruife the Keel of Bark that floats. 
No devouring Fifh come nigh, 
Nor Monfter in my Empery 
Once mew his Head, or terrour bring, 
But let the weary Sailor fing, 
Ampbitrite^ with white Arms 
Strike my Lute, I'll fing Charms. 
Maft.. Now he muft have Mufick, his fit will grow worfe elfe. 
7. Gen. I pity him. v ZMufich 

Maft. Now he'll go in quietly of himfelf, 
And clean forget all. 
Gen. We are forry, Sir, and we have feen a wonder. 



Fed. This was a ftrange Fit. 
Maft. Many have fworn him right, and I have thought fo \ yet on a 
fudden, from fome word or other, when no Man could expedt a Fit, thus 
he has flown out. {Enter Alinda. 

AYin. Muft I come in too ? 

Map} No, my pretty Lad, keep in thy Chamber, thou Ihalt have thy 



Pray Excufe our unbelief. 



[Exeunt Gent. 



Supper?' 1 



Fed. Pray 



C a? J 
Ped. Pray what is that, Sir ? . ' 

Maft. A ftrange Boy that was found lafl Night wandring about the 
Town a little di/traded, fo was fent hither. 

Fed How the pretty Knave looks ! and Plays, and Peeps upon me ! 
Sure fuch Eyes I have feen. 

Maft. Pray take care, Sir, if you feem to take notice of him, you'll 
make him worfe. 

Fed. I'll warrant you, VII not hurt him : How he fmiles I Let me look 

once again; but that the Cloaths are different- — Sure 'tis not {lie 

How tenderly it pre/Fes me ? 

Mafi. I muft attend clfe where, pray take heed. \Exit Mailer. 

Fed. Fear not : How my Heart beats and trembles ! He holds me 
hard 5 thou hah: a mmd tofpeak tome, he Weeps: What would'ft thou 
fay, my Child ? Doll know me ? 

Aim. O Pedro, Pedro ! - p e d. O my Soul. 

Gen. Hey, what fit's this I think the Pilgrim's off the Hooks too. 

Aim. Let me hold thee, and now come all the World, I fear not. 

Fed. Be wife my Angel, you'll difcover your feffi oh, how I Love 
thee. How doll thou ? tell me. 

Aim. I have been Miferable. But your Eyes have bleft me ; pray 
think it not immodefly I kifs ye. Oh, my Head's wild (till. 

Fed Be not fo full of Paffion, nor hang fo eagerly upon me, 'twill 
beobfervd. 

Aim. Are ye then weary of me ! but you fhan't leave me : No, I'll 
hang here for ever. Kifs you eternally, O my dear Pilgrim. 

Enter Mailer. 

Maft. Look ye there now •, I knew what you'd do. The Boy's in's 
Fit again : Are ye not afham'd to torment him thus? I told you, you'd 
bring it upon him. Either be gone, and prefently, I'll force ye elfe : 
w aitt within! [.Enter two Keepers. 

Ped. Alas / good Sir, this is the way never to recover him. 

Maft. Stay but one minute more, Pll complain to the Governour. Pull 
away the Boy ; look ye there, d'ye fee how he pulls, and tears himfelf. 
Be gone you had befb, for if the Boy mifcarry I'll make you rue it. 

Ped. O Mifery. Aim. Farewel, for ever. [Exeunt different ways. 

The End of the Third JcJ. ; 



ACT IV. 

•■' ' Alphonfo, and a Gentleman.- 

Juletta follows 'em uhfeen. 

Gen. y U are now within a Mile oth' Town, Sir ; if my - bnfinefi would 
a give me leave, I'd guide ye farther. But for fuch Gentlemen 
as you enquire for, I have feen none. The Boy you defcribe, or one/Wh 

like 



( *o 



Tike it, was fent in Mother Night a little raaddifh, and now is in the Horjfe 



Jule. (afide) And fo do I : for if nere be fuch a place, I ask no more 
you fhall hear of me, P faith, old Geptleman, I'll follaw you there too, as 
founder'd as I am. And make ye kick and roar afore I have done with 
you. I'll teach you to hunt Mad-Houfes. 

dip, (afide) It nauft tjpfflei Tis very well, is your blood fo hot, Pfaith, 
rrjy Minx ? Til have ye madded, 1*11 have ye worm'd. 

Enter Alinda as a Fool. 
Gen. Here's one belongs to the very Houfe, Sir, 'tis a poor Idect. 
But (he'll fhew you the way as well as a wifer Body. So, Sir, I leave 
you. [Exit Gent, 

jttf. Your Servant. Here Fool, a word with thee, Fool. 
Alin. O I am loft, 'tis my Father in ail his rage. 
Alp. Hark thee, Fool. 

Alin. He does not know me, Heaven grant I may deceive him ftill ! 
will ye give me two pence, Gaffer, and here's a Crow Flower, and a 
Dazie ? I have fome Pye in my Pocket too. 

Alp. This is an errant Fool, a meer Changeling. 

Alin. Think fo, and J am happy. [Afide. 

Alp. Doft thou dwell in Segovia, Fool ? 

Jim. No, no, I dwell in Heaven*, and I have a fine little Houfe made 
of-Marmalad \ and I am a lone Woman, and I fpin for St. Peter. I have a 
hundred little Children, and they ling Pfalms with me. 

Alp. A very pretty Converfation 1 am falling into here, efpecially for 
a . Man in a Paffion. . Canfl; thou tell me if this be the way to the Town ? 

Alin. Yes, yes, you mult go over the top of that high Steeple, Gaffer. 

Alp. A Plague of your Fools face. 

Jul. (.afide.) No*, take her Counfcl, do. 

Alin. And then you fhall come to a Ritfer, Gaffer, twenty Miles 
over, and twenty Wiles and ten and then you mult pray, Gaffer, and 
pray, and pray, and pray, and pray, and pray. 

Alp. Pray Heav'n deliver me from fuch an Afs as thou art. 

Alin. Amen, fweet Gaffer j and fling a Sop of Sugar-Cake into it, and 
then you rrmft leap in naked. 

Jul. (afide) WouM he wou'd believe her. 

Alin,. And fink feven days together. Can ye fink, Gaffer ? 

.Alp. Pox on thee, and a Pox o'that Fool that left me to thee .[Exit. Alp. 

Alin. God be w'ye Nunkle. 

Jul. How I rejoyce in any thing that vexes him ! I fhall love this Fool 
as long as I live, for putting her hand to the Plough. CouM I but fee my 
Miftrefs now, to tell her how I have labour'd for her, how Lhave worn 
my felf away in her Service ! — Well, fare 1 fhall find her at laft. 

Alin. (afidt) 'Tis Juletta.*-— Sure fhe's honeft j yet I dare not difcover 
my felf to her. 

Jul. Here, fool, here's fomething for thee to buy Apples, for the fport 
thou haft made in crofting thy Nunkle. 
Aim. Thank ye, little Gentleman } Heaven blefs ye. Pray keep this 



appointed for fuch Cures. 

Alp. Tis very well, I thank ye Sir. 



Nutmeg - 7 



( 2 7 ) 

Nutmeg •, 'twas Tent me from the Lady of the Mountain, a Golden Lady." 
Jul. Flow prettily it prattles ! 

Aim. 'Tis very good to rub your Underftanding j and fo good Night j 
^he Moon's up. 

Jul Pretty Innocence / 

Alin. (afide) Now Fortune, if thou darft do good, protect me. {Exit. At. 

Jul I'll follow him to your Town \ he (han't 'fcape me. — — Let me 

fee. 1 muft counterfeit a Letter, a Letter of Authority for him.* 1 

Yes, 'twill do} certainly do.— How I fliall make his old Blood boyl ! 

Rare fport i'faith ! > But what i'th'Name of Innocence has this Fool 

given me ! She faid 'twas good to rub my Underftanding - is't Bread or 
Gheefe? — Hah! a Ring/ a right one 1 a Ring I know too! - — The 
very fame* *™ A Ring my Miftrefs took from me, and wore it. 1 know 
it by the Poiie. None could deliver this but fhe her felf. Twas (he. Curfe 
o' my Sand-blind Eyes. Twice deceiv'd ! Twice fo near the Blcfllng I 
am feeking ! What fhall I do ? Here are fo many crofs-ways, 'tis in vain 
to follow her. I hope however, for all her Drefs, file's in her Senfes 

fttll, for fure fhe knew me. Well, to divert my melancholy till I can 

meet with her again, Til go and have th' other touch with her Father. 

Enter Roderigo. • {Exit. Jul; 

Rod. She's not to be recover'd 3 and, which doubles my Torment, he's 
got beyond my Vengeance. How they laugh at me; Death and Furies .' 
But why fnou'd I ftill wander thus, and be a Coxcomb, tire out my Peace 
and Pleafure for a Girl ? a Girl that fcorns me too ? a thing that hates 
me and, confider at the belt, is but a Ihort Breakfaft for a hot Appetite ? 
Well thought : That fhort Repaft I'll make on her, and fo 1*11 reft. 

— Look to't, my young deceiver } we fhall meet } which when we do, 
not all the Tears and Cries of trembling Chaftity fhall fave you. You 
have fir'd my Dwelling, and fhall quench my Flame. {Enter Alinda. 

Alin. Is not that Pedro ? 'Lis he ; 'tis he. Oh my-- 

Rod. What art thou? Alin. Hah!— Oh! I'm miferable. {Afide. 

Rod. What the Devil art thou ? - 

Aim. (afide ) No end of my misfortunes ? Heav'ns ! that Habit to betray 
* me / ye holy Saints,can ye fee that ? Do your felves Juftice,and protect me. 

-Rod. It dances / Hey-day / The Devil in a Fool's Coat ! Is he turn'd 
Changeling ? What mops and mows it makes ! How it frisks ! Is't not 
a Fairy ? It has a mortal Face, and I've a great mind to't. But if it 
fnou'd prove the Devil / ■ 

Alin. Come hither, Dear. 

Rod. I think 'twill ravifh me. It*s a handfom thing, but bafely Sun- 
burnt. What's that it points at ? 

tin. Doft thou fee that Star there ? that juft above the Sun ? Prithee go 
thither and light me this Tobacco, and flop it with the Horns of the Moon. 
Rod. T he thing's mad, quite mad. Go fleep, fool , go deep. 
Alin. Thou canft not fleep fo quietly j for I can fay my Prayers, and 
then flumber. 

Iam not proud, nor full of Wine 

This little Flow'r will make me fine 

Cruel in heart, for I will cry ; { 

If 1 fee a Sparrow dye< E I 



( *8 ) 

I am not watchful to do ill, 

Nor glorious to purfue it ftill ; 

Nor pitilefs to thofe that weep. 

Such as are, hid them go fleep. 
Do, do, do *, and fee if they can. 
Rod. It faid true. Its words fink into me. Sure 'tis a kind of Sybil ; 
fome mad Prophet. I feel my Fury bound and fetter'd in me. 
Alin. Give me your hand, and I'll tell you your Fortune. 
Rod. Here, prithee do. 

Alin. Fye/ fye ! fye ! fye ! fye ! Wafh your Hands and pare your Nails, 
and look finely, you fhall never kifs the King's Daughter eife. 
Rod. I wafh 'em daily. Aim. But foul 'em fafter. 

Rod. (aftde) This goes nearer me. Aim. You fhall have two Wives. 
Rod. Two Wives / 

Aim. Yes; two line Gentlewomen. Make much of 'em, for they'll 
flick clofe to you, Sir. And thefe two in two days, Sir. 
Rod. That's a fine Riddle ! 

Alin. To day you fhall wed Sorrow,and Repentance will come to morrow. 
Rod. Sure /he's infpir'd. Alin. I'll tell you more, Sir. [Sings. 

He calPd down his merry mm all. 

By One^ by Two, by Three. 

William wou'd fain have, been the Fir ft ^ 

But novo the La ft is he. 
Rod. The very Chronicle of my misfortunes. 

Ai'm^ I'll bid you Good-Ev'n $ for my Boat ftays for me, and I muft'fup 
with the Moon to Night, in the Mediterranean. [.Exit. Alin. 

Rod. Can Fools and Mad-folks then be Tutors to me ? Ca-n they feel 
my Sores, yet I infenfible ? Sure this was fent by Providence to fleer, me 
right. Pm wondrous weary j my thoughts too, they are rir'd, which 
adds a weighty burden to me. I have done ill *, i have purfu'd it too , 
nay, ftill run on. I mull think better \ be fomething eife, or nothing. 
Still I grow heavier. A little reft wou'd help me ^ I'll try if 1 can take it 5 
and Heaven's Goodnefs guard me. [Lies down. 

Enter four Peafarits. 

1 Pea. We have fcap'd to day well. If the Out-Laws had known we 
had been flirring, we had pay'd for't, Neighbours. 

2 Pea, A murrain take 'em, they have robb'd me thrice. 

3 Pea. Me five times, my Daughter fifty ; tho' to give 'em their due, 
they ne'retake any thing from her, but what fhe can very well fpare. 

4 Pea. Ah ! my poor Wife has been in their hands too : But, to fay 
the truth, I don't find fhe has loft much neither. 

t Pea, For my part, I ought not to complain, for I have got three Chil- 
dren by 'em. Poor Jone ! they have pepper'd her Jacket. 

2 Pea, Wou'd we had fome of 'em here, to thank 'em for their kindnefTes. 

3 Pea. So we were flrong enough toCircumcife'em,! don't care if we had. 

4 Pea. What's that lies there ? 

1 Pea. An old Woman that keeps Sheep hereabouts.' 
2. Pea. Drunk, I fuppofe. 

3 Pe& And a Sword by her fide to keep the Wolves off? Hah ' 

Captain Roderigo^ or the Devil, Stand to your Arms, Gentlemen. 

4 Pea. 



C *9 ) 

4 Tea. *Tis he: 1 Tea. Speak fofttyV 

2 Now's our time. 
. 3 P<u Stay, ftay, let's be provident. Shall we wake him before we 
kill him, or after ? 

4 Tea. Let me kill my (hare of him before he wakes. 

1 Pea. Let me have the firfl blow \ he robb'd me Iafh 

2 Pea. No, I ought to have the firft y he Cuckolded me laft. 

3 /Vtf. Hold, hold j no Civil Wars, d'ye hear ? Beat his Brains out be^ 
tween ye, And then Til pick his Pockets. . {Afidc 

4 Pea. Draw your Knives, and every Man feize a Limb. 

Omn. Huzzah I Rod. Slaves ! Villains / , will ye murder me ? 

3 Pea. No, no ; we'll only tickle you a little. D'ye remember Joan] 
Captain ? Til fpoil ye for a Cuckold-maker. lE^tu Pedro. 

Rod. For Heavens fake ! as y'are Men : as y'are Chrifhans, 

$ Pea. Neither Man nor Chi iflian upon this occafion, but a Cuckold 
with a Knife in my hand. 

Rod. Oh help ! Some help there ! 

Ped. Ye Villains / are ye at Murder ? Off, ye inhuman Slaves / — Do 
ye not ftir ? Nay then have among ye. 

Omn. Away, away, away. {Exaxit. 
Ted. Villains ! ufe Violence to that Habit? 

Rod. Pedro / Nay then I am more wretched than ever. Z^flde. 
Ped. Hah! Roderigo! What makes him here thus clad? Is it Repen- 
tance, or a Difguife for Mifchief ? l^/ide. 
Rod. To owe my Life to him, makes me all Confufion. H^fidel 
Ted. Ye are not much hurt, Sir ? 

Rod. No. - — All 1 can call a Wound, is in my Confcience. {^Jftdi. 

Ped. Have ye confider'd the Nature of thefe Men, and how they have 
usM you ? was it well ? 

Rod. (afidf) I dare not fpeak, for I have nought to anfwer. 

Ped. Did it look noble to be o're-laid with odds ? Did it feem msnly 
in a multitude to opprefs you ? If it be bafe in Wretches low like thefe, 
what mult it be in one that's born like you ? Ah Roderigo I had I aban- 
doned Honefty, Religion, broke thro' the Bonds of Honour and Humani- 
ty, I had fet as fni3ll a price upon thy Lire, as thou didfl; lately upon 
mine But I referve thee to a nobler Vengeance. 

Rod. I thank ye } you have the Nobler Soul, I muft confefs it , and of 
your Paflions are a greater Matter. Th' Example's glorious, and I'wifh. 
to follow it. There is a ftain of Infamy about me, and the Dye is deep - 7 
yet poffibly occafion may prefent, that I may wafti it off. 

Ped. I'll give you one, a noble one,! think. We have a quarrel, we've 
a Miftrefs too. We are fmgle, and our Arms alike. In one fair rifque of 
Life let all determine, our F<ancour paft, and Happinefsto come. 

Rod. ( afide ) His Virtue puzzles me. 1 dare fight, Pedro. 

Ped. I do believe you dare : Or if you wanted Courage, the beauteous 
Prize for which we now contend wou'd rouze you to't. 
. Rod. Hah ! Ped. If you deferve her, draw. 

Rod. I do not, nor fuch a noble Enemy : I therefore will not draw. 

Ped. I cou'd compel you to'e, but wou'd not willingly. 

E z Rod* 



( jO 

Rod. You cannot, to increafe my Guilt : The Load's already more than 
/ can bear \ J wo'not add to't. Ped. Poor Evafion. 

Rod. Thou wrong'll: me, much thou wrong'fr. me } time will convince 
theeon't. I'll fatisfie thee any way but this'. I have been wicked, but 
cannot be a Monfter. My Sword refufes to attempt the Man prefervM 
me ; its temper ftarts at thy Virtue. If thou wilt have me fight, give me 
an Enemy, for thou art none. 

Ped. I'm more, for I'm thy Rival. 
' Rod. That is not in thy power, for I no more am thine. No, Pedro-, 
the wrongs I've done my felf and thee, let that fair Saint attone for : 
There's nothing more 7 or the World can give, and nothing lefs can ex- 
piate my Crimes, or recompence thy Virtue. 

Ped. Is'c poffible thou canft be fuch a Penitent ! 

Rod. I am moft truly fuch j and left I fliould relapfe again to Hell, for- 
get the Debt / owe to thee and Heav'n, this facred Habit / have fo pro- 
phan'd, fhall henceforth be my faithful Monitor. 

Ped. Noble Roderigo y how glorious is this Change / Let me embrace thee. 

Rod. Thou great Example of Humanity, doft thou forgive me ? 

Ped. I do 5 with joy / do. 

Rod. Then Jam happy— All I have-more to ask, is, leave to attend you 
in your prefent difficulties } that by fuch fervice as / have power to ren- 
der, I may confirm you J am what I feern. 

Ped. There needs no further proof. However, in hopes I doubly may 
return thofe Services, FU not refufe >em. [Exeunt. 
Enter Alphonfo, Mafter and Keepers. 

Maft. Yss, Sir, here are fuch People : But how pleaflng they may be 
to you, I can't tell. 

Alp. That's not your concern*, I defire to fee 'em, to fee" 'em all. 

Maft. All? Why, they'll quite confound ye, Sir j like Bells rung 
backwards, they are nothing butconfufion, meer Noife. 

Alp. May be / love Noife ?— But hark ye, Sir j have ye no, Boys? 
handfom young Boys ? 

Maft. One, Sir, we have, a very handfom Boy. Alp. Long here ? 

Maft. But two Days. A little craz'd, but may recover. 

Alp. That Boy, 1 would fee that Boy \ perhaps 1 know him- — (J/lde) 

This is the Boy he told me of ^ it muffc be lhe The Boy, Mafter, I 

befeech ye the Boy. 

Maft. You fbail fee him, Sir, or any elfe : But pray don't be fo violent. 

-Alp. /know what to do, I warrant ye j I'm for all fancies j I can talk 
to 'em, and difpute if occafion be — Who lies here? 

Keep. Pray don'c difturb 'em, Sir ; here lies fuch Youths will make 
you dart, if they begin to Dance their Frenchmores. 

Maft. Fetch out the Boy, Sirrah. [Shaking of Irons within.'] —Hark / 

Alp. Hey-boys / 

Enter Englifh Madman, Scholar and Prieft. 

Eng. Bounce. Clap her o'th' Starboard. Bounce. Top the Can* 

SchoL Dead, ye Dog, dead ! D'ye quarrel in my Kingdom ? Give me 
my Trident. 

Eng. Bounce !— [Tmxt Wind and Water .' Laden with Mackerel ! — : 
Oh briye Meat ! Scho. My 



^ 5* J 

Scho. My Sea-Horfes. Til charge the Northern Wind, and break his 
Bladder, 

Alp- Brave fport, i'faith ! 

Prieft. Pll fell my Bells, before I'll be outbravM thus. 
Alp. What's he. 

Maft. A Prieft, Sir, that run mad for a Tythe-pig. 
Alp. Curran-fawce cure him. 

Prieft. I'll curfe ye all, Pll excommunicate ye. Thou Englifh Heretick, 
give me. the tenth Pot. 

Eng. Sue me, I'll drink up all. Bounce / fay once more — O-ho / have 
I'fplit your Mizen ? Blow, blow, thou Weft-wind j blow till thou rife, and 
make the Sea run roaring j — 'I'll hifs it down again, with a Bottle of Ale. 

Scho. Tryton ! why, Tryton ! Eng. Trytonh drunk with Metbeglin. 

Scho. Strike, ftrike the Surges, ftrike. Prieft. Til have my Pig. 

Eng. Drink, drink j'ris Day-light— Drink, diddle, diddle,diddie,DrinkJ .. 

Prieft. Til damn thee. 

'Eng. Prieft, proud Prieft, a Pig's Tail in thy Teeth. 
Prieft. My Pig — or Pil marry thee. 

Eng. Say no more. My Drink's out. Hum is the word- — and toftdep_. 
Maft. Their Fits are cool now ; let 'em reft. 

Alp. Mad Gallants, mad Gallants, i'faith j I love their Eaces \ /never 
fell into better CompanyJn my Life. [Enter mad Taylor, 

Tay. Who's that ? — The King of Spades ? 
I'll make him a new Mantle ? 

Alp. Hey Day : A mad. Taylor too / What 
The Pox made thee Mad ? 

Tay. Cabbage— Snip goes the Sheers—- 
And the Coat's never the fhorter. 

Alp. Thou'rt a brave Fellow, and fha't make me 
A new Doublet. 

Tay. For thy Coronation * I'll do'f, 
But Mony down doftheaf? Mony down. 
The King of Spades is a Courtier. 

Prieft. I'll have a new Gown.. 

Tay. So thou fha't, made of Shreds — —and a 
Tythe Loufe to prevent Damnation——- 

Alp* Wo'c be my Chaplain ? 

Prieft. And fay Grace to boild Meat? The Devils 

Alp* Can'it thou Preach ? 
Prieft. Give me a Text. 
Tay. Pudding. 

Prieft. Where is't ?-— — Pll handle it Divide it « » 

Subdivide it and give my Parifh — ne're a bit on't. 

Tay. My Lady's Woman fhall have a ilice, 
Prieft. Mum. y 

Tay. Pil cut thee a pair of Britches, out of the tail of her Petticoat. 

Prieft. Warm ware Dog Days 'but Plufh : Put out the Can- 
dle—— -Maiden-head's the Word. If the Cardinal heat's on'c- — — 
he'll have a Pair too* 

[Enter Keepers, and fix Fool in Alinda's floaths] 

1 Keep. 



( jO 

1 Keep. You IHnking tVhore, who did this for you? Who looks to 

the Boy ? Pox take him, he was afleep when I left him. 

2 Keep, i fuppofe he made the Fool drunk. 
Maft. What's this noifc about? Where's the Boy ? 
i Keep. Here's all the Boys we have found. 

Maft. Thefe are his Cioaths \ but where's he? 

i Keep. Ay, that's all I want to know. 

^d/fr. 4 Where's the Boy, ye Slut you ? Where's the Boy ? 

Fool. The Boy's gone a Maying ; he'l bring me home a Cuckow's Neft. 
Do you hear, Matter ? I put my Cioaths off, and I dizen'd him \ I pinn'd 
a Plume in his Forehead, and a Feather, and bufs'd him twice, and bid him 
go feek his Fortune. He gave me this fine Mony, and he gave me fine Wine 
too, and v bid me fop', and gave me thefe trim Cioaths too, and put 'era 
on, he did. Alp. is this the Boy you'd fhew me ? 

Fool. I'll give you Two- pence, Matter. 

Alp. Am 1 Fool'd on all fides ? I met a Fool in the Woods in a long 
py'd Coat *, they laid (he dwelt here. 
Maft. That was the very Boy, Sir. 

Fool. Ay, ay, ay • I gave him leave to play forfooth j he'l come again 
to morrow, and bring Peafcods. 

Maft. I'll Peafcods your Bones, you Whore. 

Alp. Pox o' your Fools and Bedlams \ Plague o' your Owls and Apes. 
Maft. Pray, Sir, be moderate \ fuch Accidents will happen fometimes, 
take what care we can. 
Alp. Damn Accidents : You're a Juggler, and I'm abus'd. 
Maft. Indeed, Sir, you are not. * 

Alp. It'sfalfej I am abus'd, and I will be abus'd, whether you will or 
no, Sir. - [Enter Welchmavu. 

Wei. Whaw, Mr. Keeper. Alp. What a pox have we got here ? 

WeU Give me fome Cheefe and Onyons *, give me fome Wafh-prew } I 
have hunger in my pellies *, give me apundance. . Ptndragon was a Shentkr 
man, mark you, Sir? And the Organs at Wrexba-m. .were made by Reve- 
lations; there is a Spirit plows and plows the Pellows, and then they ling. 

Alp. Why,this Moon Calf's madder than all the reft Who the Devil is he ? 

Maft. He's a Welcb~man 7 Sir : He ran mad,becaufe a Rat eat up his Cheefe. 

Alp. The Devil he did. Wei. I will peat thy Face as plack as a plue Clout. 

Maft. He won't Hurt you, Sir, don't be afraid. 

Wei. Give me a great deal of Cuns : Thou art the Devils, I know thee 
by thy Tails : I will will peg thy Pums full of Pullets. 

This is the rarett Rafcal! He fpeaksas if h s had Buttermilk in's Mouth. 

Wd. Bafilus Manus is for an old Codpice, mark ye. I will porrow thy 
llrfip's Whore to Seal a Letter. 

Alp. H3, ha, ha. . Maft. Now he begins to grow Villanous. 

Alp. Methinks he's bett know. Maft Take him away. 

Alp. he fhan't go. Maft. He mutt. Sir. 

Wei. 1 will Sing, and dance, and do any thing. 

Alp. Wilt thou declaim in Greek ? 

Sclm. Do, and I'll confound thee. Wei. I will eat fome Puddings. 
E*pg. Pudding! where is't? Bak'd or Boil'd t Plums or Plain, 'tis mine 
by MagrfciCbarta.— The King of Spain eats White-Pot. 

Alp. 



^'*°M braVe EHgUfh Man ? Wik have any Beef Bov > 
the^icS' n ° W ' Sk ' ^' ha — dehi ra n ffiad 0y Lay hold of hf m 

Camp-They ^hev Sfrh?^ a S ? u Eu l t0 , ck5 - "Lead me to the French 

Mafi. Away with him • leihli 0% ' th l y ^ 1 thc ? ^ ' Hu2zah ! 
Take 'em all away ' h " {om ^ "ow, the Devil can't tame him. 

^«/>. He fhan'c so What * , ^ E , xtt . Kee P er and Madmen.] 

Jafi. A way S him! I 4 ^ ^ C ° n ' P3ny ? 

hi A IMZ^^^^I^^U bave a mind t0 witB 
^ j£ ft the ^^SfflfSf ?fitfKSS2 

GeSieman cipher? ? ^ ° f Is not an old 

Yes ; and a mad one too ; but he's no Prifoner 

tit SlffiSifffl 1 *•» * ^ 

teach ye to plague Women, ye old^you £ ° ^ PUrp ° fe 5 ni 

^Tb^^Sgf ' ™ fifpedted it. 
^/t/I p f • r„m* m ' * ' nd fuch P ranks he has P^id — 

fuchle SS^SMaSS fl 4 mmands me wi£h 
he bids me fpare no Correction ' 1 find > f ° r hls ^overy j for 

^S^S^i^^^ pffi* havenor. 

He fhall have tnemarni ^^ 
how did yon get him hither ? " P ^ Difc, P» ne > I P^le you. — Pr/y 

the^'liS hiS. 12 "^ hjm 5 Il£ ' S in L ™ with a Boy you muft know j 
He came hither to feek one 

Maft. No 5 he was flip* awaffir'ft 7 d ' d HOt f8eJ ^ did ne ? 

very rough g ' he Dukc crJer d me - 1 f ™7 you'l find him 

Wearens'dtothat ; wecanbeas rough 
2«/. See here he comes. — (ofa) C h ! how it tickles me ! 
jtb WW * n n. i ,f "** A 'P ho "fo 2rf. Keeper. 

1'Jl do as much by hi? ' VlaIler has lec S1 >* lo °^ and 

l Will J ou go o«t, and not make diftnrhanres here > \ 



( ?4 ) 

Israve Boys / Mad Boys! Mad Boys/ 
Jul. Do you perceive him now? 

Maft. Tis too apparent. — - D'ye hear, Sir? Pray will ye make lefs 
ftir, and fee your Chamber? Alp. Ha/ 

2 Keep, Nay, I thought he was mad. I gad our Matter has found him 
out. I'll have one long lafh at your back, i' faith, old Spark. 

Maft. Come, Sir, will you retire quietly to your Chamber ? 

Alp. My Chamber / What doft thou mean by my Chamber? Where's 
the Boy, you Blockhead you ? 

Maft. Look ye, Sir, we are People of few words here} either go quietly 
to your Chamber, or we mail carry you there with a Witnefs.- 

Alp. A ftrange fellow this ! -a And what Chamber h't thou woulcTtt 

have me go quietly to ? 

Maft. A Chamber the Duke has order'd to be prepar'd for you within ; 
you ftuil be well lodg'd, don't fear. 

Alp. The Duke/ What, what, what haft thou got in thy Head? what 
Duke, Monkey, ha? 

Maft.. Hark y\Sir, let me advife you, don't expofe your felf j you are 
an old Gentleman, and Ihou'd be Wife; you are a little mad, which you 
don't perceive \ your Friends have found it our, and have deliver'd you 

over to me. £Alph. Spits in his Face.'} ~ « Say ye fo, old Boy ? ; 

A hey ! Seize him here, and fifty Haps o*th',back prefently. 

Jul. ( afide) I'm afraid they'll make him mad indeed. — Rare fport / 

Alp. Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold. — — Hark ye, Gentlemen, Gentlemen, 
one word, bat one word. Pray do me the favour to mew me my Chamber. 

Maft. O-ho / I'm glad to fee you begin to come to your felf, Sir. I 
don!c doubt, by the blelTing of Heaven, and proper methods, to bring 
you to your fenfes again. 

Alp. Yes, Sir, I hope all will be well. Really I find my felf at this time, 
as I think, very fenfible : — offome flroaks o'the back. [Ajide. 

Maft. I can fee your madnefs very much abated. 

Alp. Yes, truly, I hope it is} tho' I can't fay but — a — I am flill — 
a— little difcompos'd. Maft. There mutt be fome time to reftore 

a Man. Rome was not built in a day. But fince the Duke has fo much kind- 
nefs for you to be in hafte for your Cure, when your next fit comes, we'll 
double the Do fe. —Here, lead the Gentleman to his Chamber. But he mutt 
have no Supper to night j take care of that. Alp. Pray, Sir, may I fleep? 

Maft. A little you; may* In the morning we'll take 30 or 40 Ounces of 
Blood away j which with a Watergrewel-Dyet for a Week or ten days, may 
moderate things mightily. — Go carry him in, Pll follow prefently. 

Alp. What a Wretched Dog am I / [Exit Keepers and Alp. 

Maft. You fee, Sir, the Duke's Orders are obey'd. Jul. I'll not fail to 
acquaint him with it. Pray let the old Gentleman want nothing but his Wits. 

Maft. He mall be taken perfect care of. My humble Duty to his 

Grace. [Exit Matter. 

Jul. So, now I think I have fix'd thee. This has fucceeded rarely / — 
I cou'd burft with laughing now, lye down and rowl about the Room, I'm 
fo ticjvi'd with it : But I have other bulinefs to do-, now's my time to ferve 
my Miftrefs. Good Stars guide me where me is, and I -have nothing more 
*© ask you, but a Hush-?" dL [Exit. 

ACT 



t. 55 I 



A C T V. 

Enter Seberto and Curio. 

Seb. /^V My Confcience we have quite loft him : He's not gone home, 
\J we heard from thence this morning. 

Cur. Faith, let's e'en turn back ; this is but a Wildgoofe-Chace. 

Seb. No, hang't, let's fee the end of thefe- Ad ventures now we are out: 
They rnuft end foon one way or other. 

Cur. Which way /hall we go? We ha^efcowr'd the Champion-Country , 
and all the Villages, already, 

S]eb. We'll beat thefe Woods; and if nothing ftart, we'll to Segovia. 

Cur. I'm afraid he's Tick, or fallen into fome danger. He has no Guide 
nor Servant with him. 

Seb. Hang him, he's tough and hardy ; he'll bear a great deal. 

Cur. Shall we part, and go feveral ways ? 

Seb. No, that will be melancholy ; let's e'en keep on together. Come, 
we'll crofs here firft ; and as we find thePaths,let them dired us. [Exeunt. 

Enter Alinda and Juletta. 

Jul Indeed, Madam, 'tis very cruel in you to mew this ftrange Miftruft 
of me. Have I not always ferv'd you faithfully ? Why do you mun 
me thus ? What have I done to call my Truth in queftion ? But I fee 
you are ftill doubtful >• 'tis enough $ I'll leave you 5 and may you light 
of one will ferve you better. Farewel. 

AL Prithee forgive me. I know thou art faithful, and thou art wel- 
come to me \ a welcome Partner to my Miferies. Thou know'ft I love 
thee too. 

Jul I have^ indeed thought fo. 

Al Alas ! my Fears have fo diftra&ed me, I durft not truft my lelf. 

Jul Pray throw 'em by then, and let 'em diftraft you fo no more ; 
at leaft, confider how to prevent 'em. Pray put off this Fool's Coat ; 
tho' it has kept you fecret hitherto, 'tis known now, and will betray you. 
Your Arch- Enemy ~ Roderigo is abroad, and a thoufand more are looking 
for you. 

Al I know it, and wou'd gladly change my Drefs if I knew how : 
But, alas! I have no other. 

Jul I'll equip you. I lay laft night at a poor Widow's houfe here in 
the Thicket, where I'll carry you, and difguife you anew 5 my felf too 
to attend you. 

Al But haft thou any Money ? for mine's all gone. 

Jul Enough for this occafion ; I did not come out empty. 

Al Haft thou feen Rodertgo lately ? 

Jul. This very morning, in thefe Woods. Take heed, for he has got 
a new Shape. 

Al. A Pilgrim's Habit, I know it. Was he alone ? 

Jul No, Madam. And, which made me wonder, he was in Com- 
pany with that very Pilgrim, that handfome Man you were concern'd 
you gave nothing to. ^ / 

Al. Is'tpoffible? F Jul 



Jul The very fame.— See how one may be deceiv'd ! I fliou'd ne'er 
have thought; him a Companion for ftich a Villain. 
Al. Did they feem Friends ? 
Jul The greateft that cou'd be. 
Al Intimate ? 

Jul Walk'd with their Arms about one another's Wafte. 
Al What can this mean ? 
Jul Lord ! how fhe trembles ! 
Al Canft thou fhew 'em me ? 

Jul Not for the World in this Drefs : But come with me to my Old 
Woman's ; and when we are new cas'd, I'll fhew you any thing. 

Al Let's be fpeedy.then, for 1 am full of Agitation. Come, as we 
go, I'll tell thee all my Secrets. 

Jul I'll keep 'em faithfully.— This is the way, Madam. [Exeunt. 

Enter Governor, Verdugo, and Citizens. 
Gov. Ufe all your Sports, good people, all your Solemnities ; 'Tis the 
King's Birth-day, a Day we ought to honour. 

1 Cit. We will, Noble Governor, and make Segovia ring with Joy. 

2 Cit. We fhou'd be a little more hearty in our Mirth tho', if your 
Honour wou'd take into your Confideration the Miferies we fuffer by 
thefe Outlaws here. Our Trade's undone by 'em , Strangers dare not 
come near us ; befides, our Wives and Daughters make woful Complaints 
of 'em. 

Gov. I'm forry for't, and have Orders from the King to help ye ; You 
fhan't be long perplex'd with 'em. 

3 Cit. 'Tis time they were routed truly ; for they grow fearful Confi- 
dent. They'll come to Church fometimes, and carry off our Altar-Plate. 
Father Dominic has curs'd 'em all till he's grown hoarfe again ; fo he fays 
they are damn'd, which is fome comfort. 

1 Cit. If your Honour were not here to awe 'em a little, they'd come 
and ra^ke us a Vifit at this good time. 

; Cit. Yes; they'd eat all our Meat, drink up our Drink, ring our 
Bells backwards, pifs out our Bonefires $ and when their Mettle was up, 
have at the Faireft i'faith. 

2 Ctt. Nay, have at All : They are none of your nice ones. My poor 
Mother's Fourfcore and odd, and fiie made fliift to get her felf ravifti'd 
amongft 'em. 

Gov. Are they fo fierce ? D'ye hear, Verdugo ? after this Solemnity is 
over 5 I'll lend you with a Party to attack 'em, We'll try if we can tame 'em. 

Ver. Their Captain Roderigo is to be pict'd ; A Gentleman, and a brave 
Soldier too. 

Gov. The Court has not rewarded him as .his Services have deferv'd ; 
their neglect of him has urg'd him to this Courfe. 

Ver. They have a hungry Eye on his Eftate ; 'tis That, I doubt, keeps 
back his Pardon. 

Gcx\Tt had been pafs'd e're this elfe : but he wants Temper to difccm 
the Caufe. 

Ver. IJave you ne'er heard, Sir, of the Noble Pedro yet ? v 

Gov. 



Gov. Never. I fear he's dead. The Court bewails his lofs ; the King 
himfelf laments him, 

Ver. He has reafon ; 'twas in his Service he undid himfelf: And if he 
had rewarded him as he deferv'd, h'had had him ftill to merit more. 

Gov. If he be ftill alive, and e'rs returns, I know he is refolv'd to 
make him happy. But come, let's to the Church, and there begin the 
Celebration of our Royal Mafter's Birth-day. 

Enter Roderigo and Pedro. 

Rod. How fweet thefe folitary Places are ! how wantonly the Wind 
blows through the Leaves, and Courts and Plays with 'em I Will ye fit 
down and deep ? 'Tis wondrous Hot. 

Fed. I cannot fleep,|my Friend : My Heart's too watchful to admit of 
Slumbers. 

Rod. The Murmurs of this Stream perhaps may lull you into Reft : 
Hark ! the Birds join too to Eafe you. Pray fit down. 

afide.~\ I fain wou'd wooe his Fancy into Peace ; I fee 'tis much di- 
iturb'd — -Will you not try to take a moment's Reft ? 

Fed. It is impoffible : Have you feen no one yet ? 

Rod. No Creature. 

Ped/ What ftrange Mufick was that we heard far off? 

Rod. I cannot guefs ; it was uncommon fometimes it feem'd hard 
by, at leaft I thought fo. 

Fed. It pleas'd me much : what cou'd it be ? here's no Inhabitants. 

Rod. They talk of Fairies, and fuch airy Beings : If there are fuch, 
methinks they cou'd not chufe a lovelier Dwelling. 

Fed. Thofe Rocks there look like inchanted Cells, form'd for fuch In- 
habitants. Hark ! more Mufick ! [Mufick. '] J Tis here again ! Hark ! 
gentle Roderigo 1 O Love ! what fuel's this to feed thy Flame ? O Almdal 

Rod. afide. By all his Woes, he weeps. [They lye down. 

Enter Alinda and Juletta like Old Women. 

Rod. What are thefe ? Fed. What! 

Rod. Thofe there ; thofe things that come upon us : Did not I fay 
thefe Woods had Wonder in 'em ? 

Jul. Now you may view 'em : There are the Men you wirti'd for. 
There they are both ; Now you may boldly talk with 'em, and ne're be 
guefs'd at. Don't be afraid : See ! they're furpriz'd ! they don't know 
what to make of us ! 

Alin. I tremble ! 

Jul. Then you fpoil all : Take Courage and attack 'em , I'll bring 
you off I'll warrant ye. 

Alin. 'Tis he and Roderigo ; What Peace dwells in their Faces ? What 
a friendly Calm ? 
Rod. They feem Mortal : They come upon us ftill. 
Fed. Let's meet 'em ; Fear won't become us. Hail Reverend Dames I 
Alin. What, do you feek,good Men ? 
Ted, We wou'd feek happier Fortunes. 
Alin. Seek 'em, and make 'em, 
Lie not ftill, nor longer here ; I BeConftant,Good,in Faith be clear, . 
Here inhabits nought but Fear: J Fortune will wait ye every where. 

F 2 Ted. 



Ted. Whither fhou'd we go ? For we believe thee, and will obey thee. 
Aim. Go to Segovia ; and there before the Altar pay thy Vows, thy 
Gifts and Prayers ; unload thy Heavinefs. 

There Ihed thy mournful Tears, and gain thy Suit ; 

Such honeft noble Showres ne'er wanted Fruit. 
Jul. to Rod. And next for you. 

See how he Quakes ! 

A fecure Confcience never (hakes. 

Thou haft been ill, be fo no more ; 

A good Retreat, is a great Store : 

Thou haft Commanded Men of Might ; 

Command thyTelf, and then thou'rt right. 
Aim. Command thy Will, thy foul Defires ; 

Quench thy wild, unhaliow 'd Fires. 

Command thy Mind ; let that be pure ; 

A Bleffing then thou mayft procure, 
Jul Take fage Advice : Go fay thy Prayers ; 

Thou haft as many Sins as Hairs. 

Of Lawlefs Men , a Lawlefs Chief ; 

A Rebel bloody, and a Thief. 
Aim. Retire thou Trembling Guilt, retire; 

And purge thee perfe<5fc in his Fire : 

His Life obferve be that thy Guide, 

And Heav'n may then be on thy fide. 
Jul. At Segovia, both appear. 
Aim. Be wife, and Happinefs is near. 
Both. Be wife, and Happinefs is near. [Exeunt. 

Rod. Aftonifhment! what can this mean ? They know my very Soul. 

Ped. Mine they've Infpir'd : — Be wife, and Happinefs is near. Thofe 
were their parting words. They had the awful Sound of facred Truth, and 
I have faith to Comfort me. Come on my Friend. The Oracle enjoyns 
an eafy Pilgrimage. Let's try what Fate intends us. \_ExSmt. 

[Enter Mafier of the Mad-houfe, Seberto and Curio.] 
Curt. We haye told you what he is, what time we have fought him, 
his Nature and his Name, The feeming Boy too. We have given you 
I think a fair Account of. 

Seb. That the Duke fhou'd fend that Letter, is Impoflible ; He knows 
him not. And for his madnefs, that we both can clear him of. A Hu- 
mour ift he is indeed a great one, violent too on every fmall occafion — 
but no mere — ■ 

Curt. 3 Tvvas fome Trick that brought him hither ; Th' Letter and the 
Page 5 both Counterfeits : If therefore you'd be well advis'd, don't keep 
him longer here. 

Mas. Gentlemen you have fatisfied me, and I'll reieafe him : Tho' I 
muft confefs, whether you'l call it madnefs or not , I believe a little 
more of our Difcipline wou'd do the old Gentleman a kindnefs. But 
J 11 difpute no longer — you fhail have him, 

Seb. Sir, we thank you. [Enter Lopez." 

Mas. 



Mas. Here, bring out the old Gentleman , I believe he may be fome- 
thing weak, for we have Dieted him low, and taken a good deal of 
Blood from him. 

Curi. Poor Alphonfo. 

[Enter Keeper with Alphonfo. ] 

Seb. Poor Alphonfo indeed ! Was there ever fuch a Skeleton! . Sir, Vm 
glad once more to meet with you, (To Alphon, 

Curt. I'm overjoy'd to find you. 

Alph. Soft, no flights : Paflions are all forbid here. Let your Tongue 
go like a Pendulum, fteddy : or that Gentleman there .will regulate your 
Motion, with fifty Stroaks o' the back prefently. 

Seb. Therms no Danger : You are fafe too ; we have fatisfied the 
Matter, who, and what you are; And he has confented to releafe you. 

Mas. Yes, Sir, thefe Gentlemen have affur'd me you are a fober Per- 
fon,fo I ask your excufe for what's pair, and reftore you to your Liberty. 

Alp. Very concife indeed : Sir, I am much beholding to you truly, 
and do confefs with great humility I have not deferv'd the Favours you 
have been pleas'd to beftow upon me. But if I have the Honour to fee 
you at my Houfe, I fhall not forget to return your Bounty with fome 
Strokes of Acknowledgement. 

Mas. Sir, your very humble Servant. 

Alp. Sir, Entirely yours. 

Mas. Farewel Gentlemen. [Exit Mafier. 

Alp. Come Friends, one under one Arm, and t'other under t'other. 
I muft make a pair of Crutches of ye - — 
Seb. You are ,r ery weak indeed. 
Curt. You look wretchedly. 

Alp. A little in Love only, that's all. Ah Seberto. Ah Curio — fuch 
Difcipiine, the Lord have mercy, on me. Had I been here till to mor- 
row morning, this Dog wou'd not have left me Six Ounces of Blood in 
my whole Body. 

Seb. Can you imagine who put this Trick upon you ? 

Alpb. The Devil to be fure ; "but who gave him his Cue I can't tell—*- 
Come, Carry me off : Lead me to Church, I'm in a very Religious fic 
at this time, and will give fome fmail Thanks for my Delivery : when 
that's over, I'll be reveng d. [Exit. 

S C E N E an Altar, \_Solemn Mufick 

Enter Governor, Verdugo, Courtiers, Ladies, ivho make 
t heir fever al Off erings Kneeling. . 

Gov. This — To Devotion facred be. 
This — To the Kings Profperity. 
This — To the Queen, and Chaftity. 

Cor. Sings. Long live the King ; 

Prolong ye Powers, Prolong his Sway 5 
Repeat, repeat this Joyful Day, 
Long live the King. 

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Vet. Thefe Oblations firft we bring 

To Purge our felves: Thefe to the King : 
To Love and Beauty thefe : Accept our Offering, 
Cor. Long live the King, &c. 

Enter Pedro and Roderigo. 
Ted. For our felves firft Thus we bend ; 

Rod. Forgive us Heaven, and be our Friend. 

With Glory blefs, and Long preferve 
The Prince we do, or ought to ferve ; 
Accept our Offerings we Implore ; 
The Peace which we have Loft reftore. 
Ted. Give me Alinda, and I ask no more. 
O. Long Live the King, &c. 

Enter Alphonfo, Curio, Seberto. 
Alp. For my Loft Wits (Let me fee) 

Firft I pray and Secondly, 
To be at home again and Free; 
And if I Travel more, — hang me. 
Next for the King, and for the Queen, 
That they be wife, and never feen 
Where I was, in the Madman's Inn. 
For my Daughter I (hould pray ; 
Butfince the Strumpet's run away, 
In HeaVen's prefence I forfake her 
And give the Devil leave to take her. 
Long live the King, &c 

Enter Alinda and Juletta like Shepher defies. 
Jule. Here they all are, Madam, but fear nothing: The Place prote<5b 
you. My old Bilboa Mafter, o' my Confcience. How in the name of 
mifchief got he out ? but they have pepper 'd him I fee. That's fome 
Comfort. 

Aim. Hail to this facred Place. [Going to the Altar. 

Seb. 3 Tis She, fure. 

Cur. 'Tis, certainly. 

Ted. Is it a Vifion? or is it She? 

Rod. 5 Tis (he, and what you were for told is now at hand. Rejoice, 
my Friend, for happinefs attends you. 

Gov. a fide. What is't thefe Strangers feem fo much furpriz'd at? 
Alpb. I had a Daughter once with juft fuch a young whorifli Leer as 
that : A Filly too, that waited on her ; much fuch a Slut as t'other. 
Are they come to keeping 6f Goats: 'tis very well. 
Almd. Thus we kneel, and thus we pray, 
Happinefs attend this Day. 
Our faciifice we hither bring , 
And fue for Bleffings on the King. 
JuUt. Thefe of Purple, Damask, Green, 
Sacred to the Virtuous Queen, 
Here we hang; As thefe are now, 
. May her Glories fpring and flow. 
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Alind. Thefe for our felves, our Hopes and Loves, 

Full of Pinks and Ladies Gloves. 

Of hearts-eafe too, which we wou'd fain, 

As we labour for, Attain. 

Hear me Heav'n, and as I bend 

With faith and hope, fome comfort fend ; 
Julett. Hear her, hear her, if there be 

A fpotlefs Sweetnefs, this is She. 
Co. Long live the King, &c. 

Ted. Now Roderigo I may ftand in need of your Affiftance. 
Rod. My Life is yours. 

Ted. Then with a Joy that Lovers know, but none can elfe conceive, 
Let me approach this beauteous Wanderer. 
Aim. O Pedro. 
Ted. My Life, my Heav'n. 
Alp. Tedro : the Devil it is ? 

Gov. Tedro, Noble Tedro, are wefo happy to have you ftill among us! 
This is an Unexpefted Bleffing. 

Ahh. afide. A very Great Bleffing indeed. 

Ted. In fpite of all my Griefs, Life ftill prevails : Fate feems to have 
fome farther bufinefs for me ; if 'tis to wander on with fruitlefs Care, and 
buffet ftill with Difappointrnents , let Manhood be my Aid. But if the 
fullen cloud that long has lowring hung about my head, be deftin'd to 
withdraw, 'tis the warm Influence of yotfr bleffing Sir, that muft dif- 
perfe it. [Kneels to Alphonfo. 

Alp. I blefs thee!— -ha, ha : Damn thee. 

Gov. Sir, tho 5 1 am a Stranger both to you, and the Requeft the No- 
ble Tedro makes you, his merit's fo well known to me, that I muft be 
his fecond in his fuit, and tell you nothing can er'e be in your Power to 
grant , but his defert may claim. — 

Alp. I don't know what his defert may claim Governor : But if he 
claims any thing but a Gallows, he's a very impudent Fellow. 

Rod, Perhaps I being a Mediator, Si^ may change your thoughts of him— 

Alp. Roderigo} 

Rod. Roderigo, Sir, becomes a fupplicant for Tedro, that you wou'd blefs 
your felf in bleffing him, and blefs him with the Fair Alinda. 

Alp. afide. Here's a Dog for you : He finds the Jade's a Scamperer, fo 
he has a mind to be off of the Lay. 

to Rod. Are you fericus in this requeft, Sir ? 

Rod. Moft ferious, Sir, 

Alp. afide. I believe you may. Let me fee: he has a mind to be rid 
of her, why mould not I ? Tedro s a Dog, and if I cou'd hang him, I 
wou'd. But fmce I can't, I'll be reveng'd another way : He mail marry 
the Whore. 

to Fed. Look ye Sir ; and Madam, [Bowing to Alinda.] I have made 
fome shore Reflexions upon the prefent Pofture of Affairs, and am come 
to a ihort Conclufion. As to my Bleffing, I can't Conveniently fpare ic 
you ; but if you can contrive to blefs one another, you may e'en be as 
Bleffed as you pleafe. , / 

IJed, 



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Ted. Moft Generous Alpbonfo. 

Alp. Moft Courtly Fedro: you may fpare your Compliment ; for if you 
take my word for it, the Prelent I have made you do's not deferve if. 

Jule. But I that know her better than he that got her, fay (he deferves 
the world.—™ 

Alp. Hark you, Madam, you had a Gillian once ; nimble Chaps I think 
we caird her : Pray is this the Lady ? 

Jule. No, Sir, She's at home as you order'd her ; I'm a little Footboy 
that walk a Nights, and Frighten old Gentlemen, make 'em lofe Hats 
and Cloaks. 

Alp. And Horfes too, ha? 

Jule. Sometimes I do Sir, when the Cafe requires it. I teach 'em the 
way too through Hedges and Ditches : And how to break their Shins 
againft a Stile. 

Alp. A very pretty Art truly. 

Jule. Sometimes I'm a Drum, Sir; a Drum at midnight, Ran tan 
dan, dra dan tan, Sir ; a Page too upon occafion to carry Letters for 
the fecuiing of old Strolers. 

Alpb. Thou art the Devil. 

Jule. I'm worfe, Sir, I'm an old Woman fometimes that tells Fortunes. 
Rod. Ha! 

Jule. And fright Pilgrims, and fend 'em to Segovia for their Fortunes. 
I am Mufick too, any thing to do her good. And now (he has got her 
Lover, I am Juktta again , and at your fervice Sir, if you pleafe to 
forgive me. 

Alp. I dare do no otherwife , left thou fhou'dft follow me ftill : fo I 
defire we may be Friends with all my heart ; and Gentlemen, if any of 
you have a mind to marry her — • 

Jule. Sir, I am oblig'd to you ; but I'm marry'd to my Miftrifs ; with 
her I hope to pafs fome three or fourfcore Years j fo when you have any 
more Pranks to Play, Sir, you know where to have me 

Alp. 5 Tis very well, I Shall be fure to fend to thee. 

Fed. One reconciliation more lies on my hands: In which I muft 
engage th' generous Governor. Rodcrigo, Sir. is not unknown to you ; 
nor is he a Stranger to your intereft with the King. I hope you will 
employ it to reftore him. 

Gin;. The King indeed is much incensci; but when his merit lhall be 
laid before him, I hope he'll find it eafy to forget his Grimes. Be it my 
Care to fet him right at Court. 

' .Alp. And mine to get home to my houfe again ,* and if I leave it for 
fuch another Expedition, 

To Jule. May'ft thou be my Fellow-Traveller. 

Gov. I hope before you go, Sir, you'l fhare with us, an Entertainment 
the late great Poet of our Age prepar'd to Celebrate this Day. Let the 

Mafguc begin. ' ~ 



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SONGofa Scholar and his Miftrefs* 
who being Grofs'd by their Friends, 
fell Mad for one another; and now 
firft meet in Bedlam. 



Written by Mr. Dryden. 

[Mufick within.] 

[The Lowers enter at Oppofite Doors , each held 
by a Keeper r\ 

Thillis. y Ook, look, I fee— I fee my Love appear : 
" * 'Tis he-— 'Tis he alone 5 

For, like him, there is none ; 
Tis the dear, dear Man, 'tis thee, Dear. 

G Amyntas 



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Jmyntas. Hark ! the Winds War 5 
The foamy Waves roar 3 
I fee a Ship afar, 

Tofling and Toffing, and making to the Shoar : 

But what's that I View, 

So Radiant of Hue , 
St. Hermo, St. Hermo, that fits upon the Sails i 

Ah! No, no, no. 

St. Hermo, Never, never (hone fo bright j 

'Tis Chillis, only fbUlis y can (hoot fo fair a Light : 

'Tis Phillis, 'tistphillis, that faves the Ship alone, 

For all theWinds are hufh'd,and the Storm is over- 
flown, 

Willis. Let me go, let me run, let me fly to his Arms. 

Amyntte. 



Amyntas. If all the Fates combine, 

And all the Furies join, fCharm. 

Ill force my way to <Phillis y aad break through the 

[Here they breaks from their Keepers 5 run t* 
each other , and embraced] 

Chillis. Shall I Marry the Man I love ? 

And (hall I conclude my Pains ? 
Now bleft be the Powers above , 
I feel the Blood bound in my Veins $ 
With a lively Leap it began to move, 
And the Vapours leave my Brains. 

Amyntas. Body join'd to Body, and Heart join d to H^arc, 
To make fure of the Cure 5 
Go call the Man in Black, to mumble o're his part. 

G 2 fbi&Sk 



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Willis. But fuppofe he (hould ftay-— 
Amynw. At worft if he delay 5 

Tis a Work miift be done 5 
We'll borrow but a Day, 

And the better the fooner begun, 



Chorus of Both. 

^ worfi if be delay, Sec. 

[They run out together hand in hand. 



THE 



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THE 



Secular Mafque. 



Written by Mr. V^TV EK 



Enter Janus, 

w f^^Hronos, Chronos. mend thy Pace, 

Janus. 1 

An hundred times the rowling Sun 
Around the Radiant Belt has run 
In his revolving Race. „ 
Behold, behold, the Goal in fight, 
Spread thy Fans, and wing thy flight. 



hnter 



Enter Chronos, with a Scythe in his band, 
arid a great Globe m his Ibackj which he 
fets down at his entrance. 

Qhronos. Weary, weary of ray weight, 

Let me, let me drop my Freight, 

And leave the World behind > 
I could not bear 
Another Year 
The Load of Human-kind. 

Enter Momus Laughing. 

Momus.'. Ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha! well haft diou done, 
To lay down thy Pack, 
And lighten thy Back, 
The Wotld was a Fool ^et fince it begun, 

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And fince neither Janus, nor Cbronus, nor I, 

Can hinder the Crimes, 

Or mend the Bad Times, 

'Tis better to Laugh than to Cry. 

Co.ofall 3« 'TU better to Laugh than to Cry. 

Janus. Since Momus comes to laugh below, 

Old Time begin the Show, 

That he may fee, in every Scene, 

What Changes in this Age have been, 

Chronos. Then Goddefs of the Silver Bow begin* 

Horns, or Hunting^Mufique withhu 
Enter Diana. 

T>iana. With Horns and with Hounds I waken the Day, 
And hye to my Woodland walks away 3 
I tuck up my Robe, and am buskin'd foorr, 

And tye to my Forehead a wexing Moon, 

Icourfe- 



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I courfe the fleet Stagg, unkennel the Fox, 
And chafe the wild Goats or c fumipets of Rocks, 
With fliouting and hooting we pierce thro' the Sky 5 
And Eccho turns Hunter, and doubles the Cry. 

Chaof all. JfftjE? fkouting and hooting, we pierce through the Skje, 
And Eccho turns Hunter , and doubles the Cry. 

Janus. Then our Age was in it's Prime, 

Chronos. Free from Rage. 

Diana. « And free from Grime. 

Momus. A very Merry, Dancing, Drinking, 

Laughing, Quaffing, and unthinking Time. 
Cho.of all. Jl en QUr was \ n tf t (Prime, 

Free from %age, and free from Crime, 
A Very Merry , Dancing, Drinking, 
Laughing, Quaffing, and unthinking Time. 
Dance of Diana 1 s Attendants. 

Enter 



Enter Mars, 

Mars. In/pire the Vocal Brafs, Infpire } 
The World is paft its Infant Age : 
Arms and Honour, 
Arms and Honour, 
Set the Martial Mind on Fire, 
And kindle Manly Rage. 
Mars has lookt the Sky to Red 5 
And Peace, the Lazy Good, is fled. 
Plenty, Peace, and Pleafure fly 3 

The Sprightly Green 
In Woodland-Walks, no more is feen ; 
The Sprightly Green, has drunk the Tynan Dye. 
Cho.ofall. Plenty, Peace, &c. 

H Mars 



Mars. Sound the Trumpet, Beat the Drum, 
Through all the World around 3 
Sound, a Reveille, Sound, Sound, 
The Warrior God is come* 

Cho.of all. Sound the Trumpet, &c. 

Motnus, Thy Sword within the Scabbard keep, 
And let Mankind agree 5 
Better the World were faft afleep, 

Than kept awake by Thee. 
The Fools are only thinner, 

With all our Coll and Care j 
But neither fide a winner, 
For Things are as they were. 
Cho.of all. The Fools are only, &c. 

Enter 



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Enter Venus. 
Venus. Calms appear, when Storms are paft j 

Love will have his Hour at lafl: : 

Nature is my kindly Care 5 

Mars deftroys , and I repair 3 

Take me, take me, while you may, 

Venus comes not ev'ry Day, 
Cho.ofall. Take her, take her, &c. 

Chronos. The World was then fo light, 
I fcarcely felt the Weight 3 
Joy rul'd the Day, and Love the Night. 
But fince the Queen of Pleafure left the Ground. 

I faint, I lag , 

And feebly drag 
The pond'rous Orb around* 



Momus. All, all, of a piece throughout j 
t°Dia na. } Thy Chafe had a Bead in View $ 

to Mir/. Thy Wars brought nothing about 5 

tsVenu*. Thy Lovers were all untrue. 

Jantu. 'Tis well an Old Age is out, 

Chro. And time to begin a New. 

Cho.ofall. ^#, o/a p/Vce throughout 5 

T/yi C&4/e W a Beaft in View 5 
Thy Wars brought nothing about 5 
Thy Lowers were all untrue. 
'Tis well an Old Age is out y 
And time to begin a New. 

Dance of Huntfmen, Nymphs, 
Warriours and Lovers. 

FINIS. 



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